I’d like to leave a legacy
That speaks to what’s inside of me;
The man I truly am, deep down:
The verb somewhere behind the noun
But it would seem, I must confess,
That I’m a bit of country mess;
Defined at last by what I lack:
A trailer, backed up to a shack
With windows that just might suggest
That I had entertained a guest;
Or maybe not. It’s hard to tell.
But that’s my legacy, as well