Reservation
I walk upon the earth,
But soon I'll go my way,
To join with the forgotten,
Who lived and had their day.
I will fade from memory
As those who came before.
In time, no one will speak of me
When I am no more.
And when I think about it,
It doesn't seem so odd,
That all of us will find our place,
Prepared for us by God.
Image attention and building up the language of an
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Poem was really good. I feel when we die we are
ReplyDeleteeverywhere. We live on in the hearts of those
who loved us.