he sits on his porch thinking;
When do I get a turn?
When do I get a shot at success?
Am I ever going to have a comfortable life?
Do I have a soul mate?
If I do, will I ever find her?
Do people like me?
Am I a nice person?
How come I don't have more friends?
he is scared of living a life that no one will remember.
Do I help people?
I hope there are some people who need me.
Have I left my mark?
Do I have a mark to leave?
When am I going to die?
I hope it's not soon.
I still have alot to do.
This is somethin' my brother Jim DeNofa wrote while in high school.