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Don't weep for me tomorrow,
If you can't visit me today.
No matter the pain or sorrow,
Come listen to what I say,
For the memory, I leave to you,
Before I have gone away.

Everyone, please take note,
It will soon be time to vote.
There is still time to register,
But not on line.
So look up the locations
And complete your registration.
Please don't treat this with distain,
If you do, then don't complain.

There are people, in this land,
Who are trying to undermine,
The pillars of Democracy.
These people make lots of noise
And will say "Boys will be boys".
The women of this modern day
Are not goin to go away,
So listen up you old men,
There is still time to make your amend.

In the course, of these past days,
My two good friends have gone away.
One was quick and so very sudden.
One fought cancer to the very end.
Then I heard the news, just today,
That another friend had passed away,
In two thousand, one and three (2013).
All four of us worked at the same location.
So this has become, to me an aberration
Of how very fickle, this life can be,
As my three friends are now just a memory.

When I was a lad of three,
I never thought about what I'd see
When I reached the age of eighty-three.
For if I knew, I'd have lived this long,
I would have sung a different song.

You that plumb, the depths of decency,
Are behaving badly, far too frequently.

May I touch your hand, to remember,
How our love, has endured?
Can I hug and hold you,
Until I am, re-assured,
That you won't suddenly leave,
When I am not fully cured?

These days of ours, are so uncertain,
I pray there won't be a final curtain.
Why is that, you may ask, today?
It's because I'm not ready, to go away.

The serenity of our life, is still
That time, that is so tranquil.
Must we succumb, to those, gone before,
That left this life, through open door?
I know not what words to say,
Then to praise God, on this day.

I care not, of what you say.
I care not, of what you do.
My only care, on this Fall day,
Is to keep, taking care of you.

There are some people, I don't like.
There are some people, I'll never be.
There are some people, who always lie.
There are some people, that I trust.
There are some people, more like me.

I sit, I wait, I pontificate,
About those things, that will never be.
For all the ills and pain, in this world,
That has it's, manifest of hate
Of religion and race, different than ours,
With the wants of others, not our concern
And only our selfish interest, is there,
Not the love for others. Caring not,
What your personal beliefs are.
That's up to you, to pass the test
Of how you've led your life, best.
While we must, all develop our own
Understanding of our lives, special meaning
And care for one another and achieving,
The respect for the life of each other,
Brothers and sisters of a different mother.