When I lay my head down this night ,
Will I lift my head come the morrow?

Who will remember me?
And of what will be recalled of me?

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet

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Written on 2011-06-13 at 23:48

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It should be obvious, Ken. You'll be remembered for what you are by all of us who have known you: a decent man, a friend, and a poet.

It would be impossible to say it any better than Leovinus has. Those are questions we all ask as we get older, fall on harder times, wonder what we have made of our life and how much life and time we have left. You have made and make now a legacy of friends and poems, an insightful nature and loving spirit, and a rare kind of courage. You're not going anywhere yet, we need you here.

You would be remembered as someone whose love of words faced up to, and then overcame his dyslexia. Someone with the courage to enter into a world of words when words were sometimes hard to find.

Someone whose generosity of spirit, time, commitment and humanity inspired many people along the way.

Someone with a rather deep insight into what makes us tick, pride and respect for history, our heritage and family.

Someone who didn't give up, whatever the odds, and whose love for life and observational skills were reflected in his prose.

Someone whose life enriched the few of us who actually got to know you.

Someone who we look forward to sharing time, space and energy with for many years to come, Our Ken.