It really don’t matter, the money you’ll earn.
Nor the companies you’ll build from scratch, to turn.
What matters is what your children will say,
on the day
after you die.
It’s your choice to choose.
To win or to loose.
But once you’ve chosen, there’s no time to switch.
“He was an absent, mean, son of a bitch!’
or…
“He was my Father.
A real, loving guy!”
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 