Used2Know

My fears they are not many

Not even arrows from a foe

Yet one thing haunts me forever

To become a “Used to know”

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In my youth I was quite certain

That no matter where I’d go

None would ever see me

As just a “Used to know”

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Now that I’ve grown older

And not much further left to go

I’ve become what I most dreaded

An average “Used to know”

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So, who will be my bearers?

Who at my grave will show?

And who can say a final prayer?

For one they “Used to know”

Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK person)

rpgood57@gmail.com