Never knew what my first was,
probably dam to the bee that buzz.
Might have been dada or mama,
both expressed without a comma.
Maybe it wasn't a word at all,
could have been just a baby call.

If I'd had control of my first words
and could remember,
I might have ask God why Santa
comes in December.
Or I might have just screamed out,
what is this dang world about?

So much for my first,
it's the last ones that I thirst.
Thank you Lord for life,
but I could have done without
the misery & strife.
Thanks for my somewhat
good health,
but I could have used a
little more wealth.

I never was the laziest,
and I was far from the craziest.
I could have done better,
but I tried to follow the love letter.
I believed in do unto others
the same as sisters and brothers.

You sent Jesus to die for our sin,
so I guess thats where I'll end.
My sins were many,
and I wish I didn't have any.
Thanks for my say,
before I really passed away.

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