We all will remember things the same.
From below I heard you call my name,
I was far, high up in a tree;
And you were happy to see me.
We all will remember things the same.
During the eulogy, the officiant’s claim;
“People of the world, nobody loved you,
Half as much as she had tried to.”
We all will remember things the same.
A dusty shelf, your picture in a frame,
Now there is only you from the past
And soon I will lay down to rest at last.
We all will remember things the same.
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing Collection
RandomA collection of assignments I turned in for my creative writing class.
