The Yield of my Bequeathal

To my parents I give crazy "props"
for putting up with me,

they provided great examples
which gave me integrity.

I also thank my siblings
for when push came down to shove,

they made me a better person
each combining to teach me, love;

and from then on I was willing
to share myself with all my friends,

giving me true substance
instead of following the trends;

which made all the difference
in the way I shared my heart,

had I better learned my lessons
my loves with me would not have part.

But, to God I leave my legacy
and in my heart of hearts I'd pray,

I lived for all a good example
by leading no one else astray.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Something very prevalent on my "secret mind", that not only had to be clarified.......but, very importantly and explicitly HAD to be said....before 'twas too late. Everybody SING, now! I love all of your collective lives.......individually, AND together! Thanx for making my pen "twitch"! docmaverick.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates

Comments

sorry, but trite

Real people make their own choices of goodness and integrity.

Doc, when will you stop writing Hallmark poems?.