Decent Man
January 15th, 2026
Time waits on no one,
The seconds, minutes hours and days,
Seem to fly by, and disappear in the past,
And become far away.
I am not young anymore, yet,
In Spirit I am not old either,
I try to do what I love,
Be who I am,
For what am I Lord but, a man.
So as each day slips by and the older I get,
I remember the good times,
And tend to forget the bad.
I remember those I loved and those i love today,
And move forward knowing,
I have the memories of yesterday.
Yes I know there will come a day,
When for others who knew me or know me,
I shall be a memory to too you see.
I only try hard and do what I can,
To be remembered, as a decent man!
