I will not go into the black night quetly
No I will go out fighteing, be kicking 
All the while, speking out loudly
With out remorse, saying what I think!
Hopeing some out will, thinking on!
Of what I have said, maybe they will pick up
The banner, I had carred, a fore it lands in mud
A fore it's troden in, and disapears!
It is intenshan, my hope my writen words are read
Long affter I am no longer able to pen, type
Out my thorts, out to those who read and think
Will find with in my works that I have writ!
Ensping, to think on
No I will not go into the black night, without
Leveing mutch in my wake!

ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet