The time comes now, to say goodbye.
The years, my goodness, how they fly,
Farewell to those I’ve loved and known,
pray good springs forth from things I’ve sown,
Now times of loss aren’t times of ease,
I have just one request please,
From time to time remember me.
For sure t’was me that shone a light,
and wrestled stories,through the night.
And putting forth a healing hand
to souls left ravaged in this land,
and justice, freedom, nay fair play,
the legacy I leave today.
I do not know to where I’ve gone,
or even if I will linger on,
but worry not my friends of that.
Life was a gift,
I'm quite content.
The ride with you has been a blast,
good times, much love,
I thank the cast.
Embracing hands,
from every land.
Give smile and thanks,
then bow your head,
while folding hands in reverent stead.
Then make a pact from that time on,
to share and care for everyone.
For surely nature’s gift to all,
is things work best,
when diversity stands tall.
Most truly if we work together.
(Our collective earthling nest to feather.)
Solving problems joined as friends,
cooperating, to great ends.
And the only law required need be,
You shall not take away the free,
from any man though different hemay be.
So long man hurts not friend or self,
who cares if he’s a naughty elf.
Explore each mind, and nurture the soul,
make intellect and spirit whole.
And make the world a better place,
with dollars, justice smiles on face.
And share the wealth to help the poor,
to get well, stand up,
walk through the door.
Enjoying life forever more.
Without the bloodshed, hunger, strife.
(that brutish thing)we once called life.
The world I know will be much better,
when we warm kids with cozy sweaters;
healthcare, foodstuffs, shelter, schools.
Much time for love,
No wars for jewels.
Now mind me fair as time proceeds,
each man is born with certain needs,
To know his nature is his creed.
So let a thousand flowers grow,
And let friendship be the seed.
Our planet’s reached a tricky point,
the roads not clear, it’s at a joint.
And we must find collective way,
to heal this world,
Or all will pay.
Not Jesus, nor Mohammed,
Mother Earth, or Buddha
for in the end God’s all one thing.
It’s goodness, sharing, time to sing.
I beg you look inside,
your shining light.
Within your heart you know what's right.
To cherish each man’s right to say,
I think there may be another way.
One day when all share rain and thunder,
We’ll find more joins, then rips asunder.
And so in closing, one last pen,
My love to every dear dear friend.
