And what comes after? Not for me But the world?
What of the people I know?
How long will I be in the mind of those I leave behind?
How long will they dream of me?
And when those dreams fade into history
That is when I truly die.
To no longer be thought of
That is when I truly die.
If they go a day without me in their thoughts,
Will they feel guilty?
I don't want them to feel such guilt
But its comforting
To think
That they want to keep me
And years go by, once in a while I may appear
From the dusty regions of memory
Who will think the last thought of me?
Someone I love, I hope
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Kenny O'Donnell (Pseudonym) (
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If you have been loved, you will stay in the memory of those still living who knew you. I remember my great grandmother well and she was born in the late 1800’s. Such a kind old lady. Guilt doesn’t come into it. It’s all about love. Nice poem. Have a happy Thursday.
Thank you for reading Cassie
Thoughts that many have and when the last person to know you is gone who will remember then? Our influence goes on and ripples like waves in a pond. Our influence on one may affect another and so on, A butterfly effect if you would. Nicely written it has a haunting feeling to it.
Thank you for reading Sorenbarrett
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