Gregory Golden Poet I do not know?

Dead and Gone

When I am dead and 
six feet under,
please don’t bring me 
flowers I can not smell,
red roses I can not see or
stems I can not touch

Well, don’t let your 
left hand know what your 
right hand is doing and...
everything will be all right

When I am dead and gone,
just keep on living, because 
life is like a red balloon 
on a string and sailing 
gently on a gust of wind


Posted By: Gregory W Golden Dated 8 Oct 2006

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Carol Sunshine Brown June 23, 2010 at 9:00 AM This is still one of my favorite poems written by you Gregory. Love, Carol

Carol Sunshine Brown August 5, 2009 at 5:37 AM I am reading my favorite poems today and just wanted to let you know this is still a favorite to me . Love, Carol