Who Still Remain
Who Still Remain
What would you do when you knew?
Your days were numbered and very few
Left and last one was almost here
And now was alone and no one was near.
What eloquence should be on my epitaph;
Of me, there never was a photograph;
It seems like everyone had forgot
All of the happiness I had brought.
Off to heaven and away I'll go
And finally realize and then know
All I did and thought was not in vein
Even for fools on earth who still remain.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013
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