After I'm will anyone remember,
My soul being sweet, my heart being tender?
The hands that I've held, the lips that I've kissed?
The things that I've done and those that I've missed?
After I'm gone, will anyone regret,
The things that they've said, or haven't said yet?
The times that I left, when I wanted to stay,
The hours that I worked, when I wanted to play?
After I'm gone, will anyone mourn,
For the memories inside of me, yet to be born?
For the days in the sun and nights in the rain,
For the laughter and love, heartache and pain?
After I'm gone, will anyone grieve,
For the love that I wanted, but never received?
For the times, when for them I put myself in a bind,
For the answers to the questions I never did find?
After I'm gone, will it be hard,
To read my poem or birthday card?
To go to the places they saw me smile,
To know that I loved them all the while?
After I'm gone, will they look to they sky
And speak my name with a tear in their eye?
Will anyone remember my face and my hair,
And most important to me,
Will anyone care?
A contest entry
- Tough Times by borrowing.moonlight.
1100 points, ended June 17, 65 entries
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wow this is powerful. its a tough thing to think about. im sorry you feel this way. but its a good write. thanks for entering
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Thank so much for you kind words.
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deep
im no poetry expert but to me these questions are common. keep caring and writing. if not for anything then do it for yourself.
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