Would you be proud?All the lessons you've taught meThe letters you kept me writingHands so worn with lead You've left behindNot by choice,The last words,You give are..Poetry, all that you have leftYou give it the best you canKeep writing what you're feelingNo matter the painNo matter what they are sayingKeep looking upThese words will be your reliefKeep writingI'll be here cheeringWe won't meet again,But you can find me,If you just keep writingNever let this one thing goIt will be your sanctuary