“Here lies the body of Clint Clifford Haugen,
He tried to be a writer
He tried to be a fighter
He tried to love
He tried to live
He put himself out there for the world to cast stones
He tried to be a decent person
He tried to be better
but trying,
has now turned into never.
Here lies the body of the man who tried
but never became.
Here Lies Clint Clifford Haugen,
‘The Tryer’.”
They say that I have a hard face And that I am guarded They say that I am rough around the edges They say I have opinions And that I am a little different They tell me that I am difficult And that my
I have one friend Who is jealous of my single life With all my dates and stories But he Has a good job And a good wife And a good home And a good daughter And a son on the way He doesn’t see it But I
There’s a poetry night coming up here in a few days But my hands are too shaky to write And my body is too broken to fight My mind is too wild to sit still And my will fell ill awhile ago And the ego
