When this is gone..

**What to Do? What to Say?** From your watery eyes, just wipe those tears away! Smile and look up to the sky. Go back to the past; recall the good years that went by. Emotional through it all, right now that's expected. Let me share the life I lived; I won’t ever regret it. In the beginning, when warm blood pumped through my veins, I looked at life dangerously; nothing could contain. Quietly now am I, just a motionless shell for its final show. Into a six-foot cement tomb I go. Maybe, perhaps, I will get a tombstone to tell when I started and when I quit.