Do not plant a stone with my name
Never asked for any claim to fame
One day I simply will be gone
Just like the early morning dawn
Has its time but fades away
Making space for another day
I depart with nothing left behind
Except the memories in your mind
Sprinkle my ashes into the sea
Or bury my urn beneath a tree
It doesn’t matter where
For I will not be there
You can find me any place
Even though I leave no trace
Every time you think of me
That is where I’ll always be
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2019 14:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Figured I better publish this one now.....one never knows.....
- Category: Reflection
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But you do have your poetry Fred - I am sure that will be passed down through the family - you will always be there with them. And a great write by the way.
Thanks Michael,
Maybe I should make a real book, something physical. Right now everything is electronic, somewhere in the clouds.
A beautiful write, Fred. It is 6:50 here in sunny South Africa, and your words will certainly linger with me for the day.
Thank you Alta! I am honored that my words will linger for a whole day on the other side of the world! 🙂
xxxxx
Beautiful, my thoughts put into words Andrew.
Thanks so much Goldie!
I shall remember ya while ya are here too - among human beings. Well, most of us are human anyway, the last time I checked! lol.
Thanks Orchidee, yes, most of us are human. Not so sure about our president though!
So true..one day we’re here the next we gone...all we can take is what’s in our hearts...and hopefully good memories as sometimes the mind is too busy and loses track of time and here and now...hopefully we’ll all be kept safe in cherished memories and loving hearts...I enjoyed the lightheartedness here if passing on...I agree it should be a joyful time..🌹
Mahalo for you kind and thoughtful response Kelly. I am glad you found \'My Poetic Side\' and am looking forward to your contributions!
I told my kids I don\'t want a funeral, I want them to have a big party celebrating my life. Death is nothing to fear, on the contrary, it is the door or gateway back to where we are coming from and where our \'real\' purpose lies. This life on earth is only temporary, a chance to explore and experience. At least that is what I believe. It does not mean I am right. Everybody has a right to their own believes and interpretations.
Wise words...and I say it’s all an illusion and I am on the outside looking in...and yes as long as I was here to touch lives ..death is just part of the circle of life...🌹
As Iris Murdoch said: We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality. 🙂
Here here...so say all of us...one day hopefully we’ll have clarity witching insanity ...lol...🌹
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