Epitaph
Would I be missed if I were gone?
My name remembered for a moment long
Would there even be a single tear?
Does anyone have one to really spare?
If I didn't exist would it be that bad?
Could it possibly make anyone sad?
For what accomplishments would be left behind
Except a life full of much wasted time
No great love to denote my stay
Just another person who lost their way
Only one heir and no other spare
This was always my greatest fear
For if he forgets me, who am I?
Just another tombstone to walk on by
I write words on a page for people to read
The only way I can communicate my need
I have this sense that I mean nothing much
In the grand scheme of things as such
Words on my grave will be written by me
Simply saying that now I am free
Yes, I guess I will be free at last
Leaving the world my final task
My epitaph to read "She lived and now she's dead"
"There's simply nothing more here to be said"!
Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2006
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