Comments about Scott Wilcock
Only Here Once
I am but a shadow of the former me,
The me you seek is no longer here.
Life, the dregs from a fine bottle of wine,
The end does not make the rest of the bottle less sweet,
Clear as day I see you,
For you are there to be seen.
Untold riches await you,
I have spent mine,
The bows and arrows seek me out,
Wherever I may travel.
Is it better to be remembered for greatness
Or just great to be remembered?
What a puzzle,
The corner pieces are missing.
Take all that you can carry,
For the load I bear is grand,
We should not ...