Author: Barbara Goodhew


Things we remember are last

Like The Last Supper.
The Last of the Mohicans.
The Last days of summer.

So to be remembered.

Be last like,
The last of the nice guys.
The last of the kind and generous.

If everyone thinks they might be the last.
Then everyone will be nice, kind and generous,
Thinking they could be remembered for being
the last one.

So I guess to be first, you have to be last.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Clive ( -- Friday, May 28 2004, 01:47 am

Never Last

I've always been last in line,
Not wanting to be lat but I take my time,
I do not want to rush, Esp those quality moments of life that no camra can capture,
Only your memories keep them for playback.
To be shy as I mostly am,
To be quiet unless with words,
To be the first to make a move ,
this Im not so I guess in the nicest way I'm forever last.
good choice of words Barbara
barb ( -- Friday, May 28 2004, 03:38 am

Thanks clive

I've always been last,so I had to find some positive thoughts about being last. Hha
Clive ( -- Saturday, May 29 2004, 12:44 am

In Being Last You See

For us that are last,
We see so much that others go through so thank you for being first so I could learn,
You found the right one this time I hear,
But never as a friend would you let me near,
For I would have told you the things I knew,
But thank you for being first (again)
In being last now this I Know,
I have always been first,
The first one my friends would run to,
The first one who found patience,
The first one who'd understand,
The first one who always new love,
barb ( -- Saturday, May 29 2004, 12:54 am

Awe thanks

Ii'm sitting here Clive and Ii don't know why but I'm happy with my life. disabled physically but my mind is working ok I think. Hha I wish everyone that has had a kick by life, could be this content and at peace.
Clive ( -- Sunday, May 30 2004, 04:57 am

no title

Disabled you're NOT,
Only to those who are not like you see you as Challenged not knowing that they also have the same challenges only do not realize it
barb ( -- Sunday, May 30 2004, 01:41 pm


I go out and do things on my scooter I don't care if I get looks of wondering. well yes I do, but I go ahead and go out for coffee and a donut like others
Capricorn ( -- Tuesday, June 1 2004, 12:08 am

Hi Barb

So true -- we always remember things that happen last. You sometimes take more thought which makes you last... but that's a nice way to be remembered.
barb ( -- Tuesday, June 1 2004, 03:48 am

thanks cap

Ii think I'll be remembered for my smart ass mouth. last of the smart ass mouths.:)))
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