Monday, March 06, 2006

Take nothing for granted


It was a great thing
Left it all on the field
Sometimes to the roar
Sometimes to the whisper
To have lived a life
Honored by all
In the end it was
Just an end
But left us with so
Much more.


We'll miss you Kirby.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like your word choice - I seemed like we were on the field.