I think of children I never had and a love
I desperately wanted to share and give.
I think of resentments I did not rise above
Ultimately hindering my efforts to live.
I think of family I disappointed so often
I finally failed to please them at all.
I think of the hackneyed attempts to soften
The many failures I recall.
I think of my nights of terrible struggle
When my health was in extremes.
I think of a boy who tried to juggle
Many different lives and dreams.
I think of what you leave behind
To live in the affections of the few
Locked in an irreversible decline
With a fatal point of view.