For Getting and Not Forgetting Me for my friends My existential whiskers resist The top of my head getting bare Otherwise to my surprise I exist Getting on now but getting there Not knowing what to do but persist The southerly migration of my hair Getting to be an offering In the letting go of everything But with other things to think of Until I am not I will be still Being myself doing my thing Wanting to be happy in the end Despite the nightly shadows hauntingly Taunting me to be or not to be I am the offering I bring Having withdrawn and gone on to transcend And send my friends my poetry For getting and not forgetting me So here it is with all my love Take it and make of it what you will Steven Curtis Lance