To: My Uncle Ricky
It is round as a circle
but yet it is not complete.
An unfinished circle as though
maybe it was a prophesy about your life.
Too young and too little life
your circle of life was not complete either.
The ends not touching as
if fate know that life was short,
and made this just for you.
Sterling sliver as pure as pure gold
as was your heart to us, your family.
Baby spoons on both of the ends
as a life of beginning and an end.
But too short to make a true finished circle
dieing at the age of 42 not a full life, and
All the goals of life are left unfulfilled.
