These Words Poem by Frank Bana

You've stumbled on my legacy
You've found my gift to you
Words are my precious currency
Flawed, they will have to do
My lift-me-ups
My hand-me-downs
A belated resume
I'll run into the virus soon
Or if not soon, one day

You'll find me in this hidden cave
My songs brought by the wind
You know I loved insanely
And loved just as I sinned
These are my thoughts
This is my heart
Her joys and suffering
You were my birth
Now in my death
The seed of all new things

I know I was a golden boy
I scratched the dirt of life
Perhaps I fell, or never failed
To outrun the sharpest knife
I do not claim hereafter
There's no pain I must endure
So call me in this moment
Hold to these words a second
Now I'm free forevermore.