I used to own a briefcase, but I never had a nice hat to match.
Happy Saturday to the World.
I’m going to write a poem.
In fact, I’m writing it right now.
And I’ve decided that the final word
of my poem is
It’s nice to know that when I’m gone,
there’s things that will live on and on.
Like trees and seas and stars and fluff.
Millions of big and little stuff.
But my one joy is that when I’m through,
what lives on past me is you.