Go spend yourself
While you can.
Leave your footprints
In the sand.
Precious gifts can’t be weaved
Once you are gone.
And your life is marked
With memories set in stone.
And so, when all is said,
And when all is done—
You won't leave a poem
Nor a song unsung.
© 2009
Walterrean Salley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-and-spend-yourself/
