Looking
Back across my span of life,
I ask myself,
What has my purpose been?
No great accomplishments,
No lofty rhymes,
No teachings, great or small,
Held in prestigious moment.
No profound or lasting thoughts.
I leave nothing, legacy or gift;
No one thing,
To lift my soul above
That crushing deep-sea weight
Of human anonymity.
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WHO wrote this? ? ? Richard Nixon? that would make as much sense as saying Lynn W. Petty! ! ! yes, i agree with your Poet's Notes assessment of your reason for writing this. of course you were wrong in at least some of what you wrote. hee-hee. bri ;) but if you have nothing else to give, leave me your money! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !