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When I Am Gone

when I am gone what will happen to my words trapped in ink in a musty box in some relations attic NO tie them up in ribbons pile them close around me then put us on the pyre together we shall fly as free as birds.

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Ricky Muse

Date: 1/29/2018 7:54:00 PM

Pat you be poet don't you know it. Lovely poem. The sentiments herein could easily be my own.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 1/30/2018 1:29:00 PM

of course I know it 'cause my feet show it. Thank you Richard.

Lunita Blanca

Date: 1/1/2018 1:35:00 PM

Poems like yours will fload amoung the clouds for eternity making nature smile.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 1/1/2018 1:59:00 PM

Thank you Carlos.

Jannie Breedt

Date: 12/25/2017 4:08:00 AM

No, dont go. Find some hapiness first. Your words like George v says echoes on . Im talking to me too

Jannie Breedt
Date: 1/8/2018 1:21:00 PM

I am concerned about you. You were my friend on these pages , saw my pain and torment and anguish..I tried to find an inbox to write you, am looking still

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 1/1/2018 2:01:00 PM

I do not go willingly into that good night. My words have travelled out among the stars tiny sound bits.

Ricky Muse

Date: 12/18/2017 8:29:00 PM

This poem is so me. I often wonder what will become of my little musings. Thanks for sharing..............peace!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 1/1/2018 2:05:00 PM

Your words will travel as will all of our thoughts.