What Would They Say?

 

What Would They Say?    By Richard Martin 431

 

  What Would They Say?

 

As my body grows weaker and my days slip away,

I often wonder what my friends would say.

Some come to visit and ask if I need anything,

Others never come by, they just stay away.

 

I wonder how many would miss me,

this I wonder, as my days slip away.

Would many be saddened, on that day,               

Or just a note in the paper that I passed away.

 

Would some say they were glad, I passed their way,

Or would some have nothing to say?

I wonder how many would have tears in their eyes,

And how many would have their eyes dry?

 

I tried to help many and never asked for pay,

I hope they will acknowledge it, on my last day.

I’d like to think they would miss me,

But I’m not sure what they might say.

 

But it doesn't really matter, on this my last day