When I taste the bitter kiss of death
Whose touch will close these sightless eyes?
Will you rise
Head heavy bent with sorrow?
Or, will you wait,
Until the morrow,
And stand by my expectant grave
To shed your silver tears?
Will you be brave,
And save your tears
For more important loss
In other years?
Will you, softly,
Walk away
And promise to return
Another day?
Bringing scented flowers
To place
Above my face
That I might smell the life above?
Or, when asked of me
Will you whisper?
"I forgot, it's not
That I don't care"
I wonder...........
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Owain Glyn
