Apr 10
They say to be proud of how far you've come,
But I can't really think of much that I've done.
People rattle off things, of no great importance,
Would my death really have any consequence?
What would they say when I'm gone?
Would they even miss me for very long?
Do they remember me like I wish to be?
And do I remember them, as they wish to be?
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
