If I should die tonight
or in a year
will someone know how
and will somebody
say that they knew where I was going
Friendships sour
they are short
people are sad
so am I
we look at rain
we see the skies
I live with cats, now
they are mine
will I belong
or always be just me
just kind, just funny
And just always here?
---OOO---
From: Ehrlich [ehrlich@flash.net]
Sent: Friday, October 30, 1998 9:30 PM'
Subject: To my brother