Am I going to be remembered?
By whom I do wonder?
When my heart cease to beat,
To what question will they ponder?
Will I be remembered by the good deeds I’ve done?
Or has my life gone to sonder?
Merely a stranger passing by.
Will they forget my face, hold the bad things done,
I wonder.
Perhaps a tear will be shed,
Maybe even a few,
I can’t help but wonder,
Will you cry too?
Perhaps I’ve been a light in some hearts,
Perhaps a dark flame too,
But did I burn you or warm the soul inside,
There is one thing, a last wish I beg of you.
No matter what was done,
No matter how I lived,
The laughs there were ton,
Tears flew so many, left my face skived.
I ask you now,
Sharing the wisdom one I found,
The secret of life, simple,
No matter other people and their ploy,
In small things you must find joy.
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Restful Night (Collection of poetry for the soul, by the soul)
PoetryCollection of poetry, depiction of life, heart and soul in all its glory, beauty and pain
