
A passing William s.peters,sr Sitting here reflecting, Contemplating, Examining, Considering, My experiential-ness Being circumspectively careful Not to get the foot Of my consciousness ensnared By that little impish me Who lends himself to judgment Looking back, Looking ahead, Looking at Where I stand, It is hard to be conclusive As to what the meaning Of my life is, Should be, Or what end I strive or pine For Inclusive versus exclusive A presumptive preclusive oxymoron I do know That somewhere within the recesses Of who I vainly perceive myself To be That I wish To leave a few notes Or clues That I did come this way Sure, I have children, Two handfuls of grands And a great grandson as well, But what would they tell To their own Of what they have known Of my existence? He was a good guy ? He was...