Remember Me
Everyone that's in my life,
Who considers me a friend,
Think about the times we had,
And select your finest pen...
Put it all on paper,
So the things I don't remember,
Burn into my soul again,
Like flames consuming ember...
Some I may have held your hand,
Or raced around a track,
The extra lunch your mother sent,
Because I had you're back...
And when the time has come,
My friends confess to them outloud,
While your words form overhead,
So they can read from clouds...
As long as I am in your heart,
Theres nothing left to save,
Make a toast and leave each copy,
Of your letters at my grave...
Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2011
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