Someday, Sometime, Somewhere

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere, my children will think back.

They will tell stories of their childhood and of the parents who raised them.

There will be joy, and tears, laughter and crying.

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere, I will be old, sitting in a chair and thinking.

I will remember the days when my children were young, and so was I.

There will be stories of love, stories of frustration, and stories of triumph of the heart.

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere, I will be gone, and no longer with this world.

I will have left behind those that I have held dear, and they will gather.

There will be sorrow, mourning, and a few last goodbyes.

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere, people will be remembering me.

What will they say? What will listeners think? What did I leave behind?
Will they tell stories of greatness or nothingness? Love, or dislike?

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere I hope my life has made an impact.

Perhaps someone will want to remember me as a dad, husband, or friend.

Perhaps my children will tell their children their grandpa was great, a family man.

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere

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