This is the foundry

From which ideas are made

The process did'nt find me

But - the plans, they were laid

Some might say I'm late

Like the voices with their games

But the past, to me was fate

Same reason my name is James

I'm not at this game for fame

But instead to clear my head

Sometimes sappy, sometimes lame

I'd like to be happy before I'm dead

Literally

As in, I take my last breaths

Joyfully

And I'm laid to rest

Mournfully

But ultimately

Leaving the world a better place

And seeing that happen - what it meant to me

Carl Keith

Helen Loeffler

Rest In Peace