Ode to WalterI look in the mirror My gray and ashen face my sinking dark eyes they stare back at me. Once I was a young man bruitalized by the perils of the cause I'm just a broken man now. My legacy lives on in what I have created. My face shows what I can not destroy. Will not go away my tired staring face begging for me I am soft and hardened. Youth is missed. All this pain, is there a reason? I lived a good life. I lived a bad life. Always hard work. How will they remember me?Ode to Walter
What stories will they tell? What will my epitath
