When I go

When I go…

I will be gone long before the dark ends, long before the rain dries up. I will be secluded in a box called my own, surrounded by warmth and solitude, with people saying well done dude. This will be my ending but for now let me stop my talent to observe my contributions to the planet. I dreamt like everybody else, raised from the poor to uncountable wealth. I had choice neither of the many could be classified as bad or good, I did what I did, cause I am human. They said the hardest trick is loving your self. Weaving through life’s obstacles and ending up with battle scars and welts is the only evidence in ones travels in a distance of everyone who wants something from you.  Most of us have been through wars and tales of misfortune, still we find benefit from being misfits in a society that points a finger and say you are not this, but we’ll put you in this category box society says. I will not be labeled while I am alive or when I am gone. During these, refer to as a man who had a plan and mission. Sometimes missions do not get accomplished but hey, I try very hard. Me being alive is all about my two kids. My son will be a grown man in four years and then the tears will be measure of this man as he goes through growing pains. I will be there and if I am not I have a manual to help him out along his journey in this thing called life. Rule #1 is to take care of his sister and mother. Do not father any children from a woman that he cannot wed or respect in that regard. Life is all right when you can share it with others. My namesake will carry my name on, after I am buried in my box resting in peace.