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Traces Of Me.....[SHORT; Personal; Humor; Death]

If when I pass I leave few traces,
let me leave at least some smiling faces,
on a chosen few.

I may have been at times a pain in ass
(and I don't mean when I was passing gas)
to a chosen few.

Retired, I wrote poems for myself and to share
(though it seemed most I shared with did not care)
with a chosen few.

I never with my money was wild.
I shared with wives, non-profits, and my child.
That's what I would do.

I've tried to live like a good Boy Scout.
But I gave up religion, and I sometimes shout.
What's a guy to do?

poem by Bri Edwards
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