Inheritance

The night of August 22^nd, I couldn’t sleep. It was like everything had changed even though most everything felt the same!

Somewhere between 3 and 4 am, I decided to pen a song for ASid. Here it is:

I am not Kipling

I ain't no writer
I am not Polonius
I ain't no character

But I got the same advice

For your commencement

Grandpa's kind words

Grandma's good deeds
Your dad's blood
Your mom's sweat

Can't bank them

Can't stash them

Life ain't no race

Can't be a horse
Be a donkey son
Carry your share boy

At the end of the day

We all fall down
When you survive the night
Make it count

Live your life

Don't waste time
Death is waiting
For all of us

Grandpa's kind words

Grandma's good deeds
Your dad's blood
Your mom's sweat

Can't bank them

Can't stash them

Use them boy

They are your inheritance

 It is my fond hope that one day I will write a song that is good enough for someone to sing. That is one other bit of me I would like to leave behind.