In death, I wish not to be forgotten,
to grasp fame before hell obtains my heart.
It’s sad that I’m not good enough at art
Not Talented enough for a college.
I Wish this was a song, not a sonnet,
but with music I don’t know where to start.
No one will hear my words, at least I’m smart
My memories will sit here and rot then.
Was I cheated or was I just lazy
I’ve been sheltered and I've never been denied
Will I be heard or unheard off, maybe
I’ve tossed it around too much in my mind
But should I let the negative phase me?
Cause I’m not dead yet, Do you have the time?
- Author: Sheridan Hauf ( Offline)
- Published: July 20th, 2020 00:31
- Comment from author about the poem: This song is dedicated to all you motherfuckers in the struggle.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
Comments3
We may struggle, but we are not mother*******!
If you have the words
We have the time to read them
Keep them coming
Welcome to the site
Thank you peto, I really appreciate that.
ANGELA HERE ~ Good Morning Sheridan - Welcome to MPS ! Thanks for Your first Poem which strikes a chord with all of us irrespective of AGE ! We all live an alloted time X XX XXX XL L up C+ Years (Im 32) and leave a LEGACY - not just a Financial One but a Character One ! How will People remember us ? We should choose the Person who does our EULOGY carefully - so at least we can be praised as the *Worlds best Penny Whistle Player* on that DAY !
Its easy for World Famous Artists - Actors - Musicians & Scientists etc ~ Their Eulogies write themselves ! What have we ever achieved ? Im a GOOD Physiotherapist - A GOOD Person & (if I live long enough I only got married in March 2020 with FOUR GUESTS !) a GOOD Wife - Mother - Granny etc who always did Her BEST - AMEN ! Perhaps that will be enough ? Thanks for sharing !
Peace & Joy & Love
Angela & Brian 💛💛💛
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