I would like to close out the year with a poem I wrote a few years back.  It was one of my lows on the roller coaster when I was feeling a bit inadequate and not quite up to the task. I’ve entitled it “When it’s over.”

When it’s over

When the afterworld hen the afterworld is beckoning, upon the day of reckoning,

When I take into account what life has been.

Will the tabulators bless a life without success and account the battles I simply did not win?

Sure I made many friends and always upheld their ends, but I never seemed to give them very much. At times my life was rough, will they say it’s enough, all the souls that I’ve managed to touch?

I was carefree, I was funny and I never made much money, but I quickly gave the little that I had.

I loved with deep emotion and an undying devotion; will they say that is was good or it was bad?

I made hundreds of mistakes and some suffered in my wake, though their suffering was never my intent.

I fought an uphill fight and I don’t know if I was right, but I still managed to make a few content.

I guess my life was mediocre, sometimes seer, sometimes joker, with a spirit that was boundless and was free.

Will the judges understand, when I make my final stand and have pity on one as insignificant as me?

Happy New Year and thanks for listening – Lennie Rizzo.