Thoughts on a Funeral...

I was never a certain way long enough

for comfort to set in.

And if it were my funeral tomorrow,

everyone would have a different story

about who I was: the lost teenager,

the adventurer, the traveler,

the criminal, the drunk,

the addict, the hockey player,

the skier, the athlete,

the construction worker,

the dish washer, the lover,

the sensitive guy,

the good heart, the bastard,

the asshole, the artist

the writer and so on...

I was never in anything too long to be drawn into

just an existence...