Unwritten Absence

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A poem all changed and rewritten, except for a couple of lines.

Original was written by myself in a past poetry life. Form is a Swap Quatrain.

There will come a time, at any age When I will no longer grace this page. That’s when I will be out of rhyme. At any age, there will come a time. An unwritten absence, you see, to be exact. I will leave everything on Soup intact. The only difference, there won’t be me. To be exact an unwritten absence, you see. To remember me, do a good deed. Do it for someone who is really in need. Don’t resuscitate me, let my soul go free. Do a good deed to remember me. When I am lying there covered with a sheet. Give my heart to a man who’s own does not beat. Give all my organs to those that need a spare. Covered with a sheet when I am lying there. Give my eyes to that girl she’s not seen flowers. My ears to a boy who hears silence for hours. Give science my brain to study and unfurl. She’s not seen flowers, give my eyes to that girl. If there’s something you must bury, let it be every fault. My impatience and envy and failure to exalt. My bigotry and unkind thoughts of an adversary. Let it be every fault, If there’s something you must bury.