This is the foundry
From which ideas are made
The process did'nt find me
But - the plans, they were laid
Some might say I'm late
Like the voices with their games
But the past, to me was fate
Same reason my name is James
I'm not at this game for fame
But instead to clear my head
Sometimes sappy, sometimes lame
I'd like to be happy before I'm dead
Literally
As in, I take my last breaths
Joyfully
And I'm laid to rest
Mournfully
But ultimately
Leaving the world a better place
And seeing that happen - what it meant to me
Carl Keith
Helen Loeffler
Rest In Peace
