One day I’ll be dead and gone.
The world will forget about me.
But life will still keep rolling on
As it does now without me.
Nothing that I do will last
No matter just how clever.
Forgotten once it’s in the past,
All dead and gone forever.
One day I’ll be dead and gone,
No memory worth keeping.
And all who’ll mourn my passing on
Will finish with their weeping.
Will they recall me? Prob’ly not
For I’ve no fame or fortune.
I struggled hard for all I got
And I got no fair portion.
One day I’ll be dead and gone
And won’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.
To never see another dawn,
Live no more days of sorrow.
And no one will remember me.
That’s for the best, I’m certain.
In the end we all will see
The closing of life’s curtain.
One day I’ll be dead and gone
Yes, dead and gone forever.
Six feet under some guy’s lawn
Yes, dead and gone forever.
When I am dead and gone,
My name will still live on.
For I leave behind a legacy,
Of love, kindness, and bravery.
In the hearts of those I've touched,
My memory will be clutched.
Stories of my life will be told,
By the young and the old.
My name will be whispered,
In admiration and respect rendered.
It will be etched on stone,
As a reminder of a soul known.
I may be gone from this world,
But my influence will still twirl.
For the good I've done will last,
Long after my time has passed.
So fear not, for I am alive,
In the hearts of those who strive,
To be like me, kind and strong,
When I am dead and gone.
Don't wait till I'm dead and gone
To shower me with praise and song
For the words you speak when I'm alive
Are worth more than flowers on my grave
Don't wait till I'm six feet deep
To share the memories we can keep
For the laughter and joy we share right now
Are the best gifts you can give somehow
Don't wait till I'm a distant memory
To tell the world how much you need me
For the love we have is meant to be shared
And the appreciation we give, can never be spared
So hug me tight and say those words
That fill me up and leave me stirred
For the time we have is all we know
Don't wait till later, let your feelings show.
Masks put on half mast
on everybody’s faces now
the virus dead and gone
or else
the mask dead or torn
the symptoms
to sympathize?
He's dead and gone
In vain I look for comfort
Despondent, walking along the beach
The waves sweeping onto the pebbled shore
The drifting shale
The sands of time
The mortal affliction of life and death
Cruel fate has struck its final blow,
He's dead and gone
In vain I look for comfort.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019.
24/8/19
Despite the ways that you may strive,
With photos or with stories,
To capture someone once alive,
Describing all her glories…
It can’t be done; it doesn’t work
For everyone’s uniqueness
(That charming or annoying quirk,
That inner strength or weakness)
Is something we can’t translate
Or convey to make her real,
No matter what our mandate
Or emotions we might feel.
A person gone stays living
In our memories and hearts
But there’s no good way of giving
Strangers more than running starts.
We try to pass a little one –
“Your grandma was like this…”
Yet once a person’s dead and gone,
There’s too much we would miss.
Dead and gone
You think you know me but I'm wiser than chess
I was born to attest
Confess
God only knows how the rest of you bless
Children screaming I want so the parents get it I guess
You earn less
You don’t sleep because you didn't quite give it your best
The woman you love is sleeping in an apartment with a man who takes care of his mess
Goes jogging in the mornings to keep from growing older digest
Wakes up one morning with a gun at his chest
Get out of town or the blood will flow like the rivers of tears I cried to kill flesh
I am the saviour and you are my quest so lay down before me or by the name of the lord; then you can figure out the test.
when i'm dead and gone;
i'll be the wounds on your wrists, and i'll be the sketchy marks that reminds you how
the blood was touching your skin when you thought you couldn't feel.
i'll be the broken bottle next to your bed & i'll be the wine on the floor slipping through
the cracks, searching for an escape.
i'll be the red rose in a black vase standing in your living room, standing lonely, resting.
resting in devotion, resting in the moonlight while my leaves are dying slowly.
i'll be the cooling breeze blowing through your beautiful blonde elegant hair while the
red sky is speaking passion & beauty.
i'll be the sadness in your smile, but most of all;
when i'm dead and gone, i'll be the joy at the center of your being knowing that my
soul will live on forever and ever, in the good and the bad, and i'll be there, every
morning.
to kiss you awake with the sounds of nature and gentle sensation when the first rays of
sun touches your skin.
and you'll apreciate me, for all that i am.
When I’m dead and gone
you’ll still be having fun.
Occasionally remembering
when we were under the sun.
When I’m dead and gone
tears will be shed.
Memories suddenly remembered
only to be overcome by dread.
When I’m dead and gone
my body will be under ground.
But my *heart* will still be here,
you just won’t hear it’s sound.
When my soul is out of this body,
hear me when I say
"I am still here”
"I didn’t go away”
Shattered, broken...Gone,
Just disappeared into mid-air!
Now I start to feel alone,
Telling everybody that it's not fair,
Holding a grudge against everyone I know,
Because that one person had to go,
Knowing I’m growing too old to cry,
Not a kid anymore and someone died,
I can't cry everyday like I want too,
But that person’s death sticks to my heart like glue,
It hurts badly; don't know what to do now,
I have not a clue if I am angry or sad,
It's these tests, tribulations and trails,
Why does everything have to happen to me?
These things are nothing that I want to see,
Family, loved ones, why is life in such fast motion,
I never asked for such destruction,
I want to grieve but my mind is telling me no,
My eyes, my body keeps telling me yes,
I just wish the pain in my heart would go,
Because right now there is more than destruction...
My life is scattered everything seems to be a mess,
I want nothing more, but something less,
Like a best man, right hand man,
Just a real true friend,
Or a shoulder to cry on...
Because I can't take back what’s already gone.
I’m loosing you
Her voice went out
Muffled by hospital walls
Again she said
I’m loosing you
But there was no reply
Please don’t go
Her voice high pitched
Reached out just like
A safety line
As though her words
Could bring him back
But nothing could be heard
I’m loosing you she said
Into a cell phone
With the battery dead
Tears cannot stop flowing down my face,
You broke the news to me through the computer,
You didn’t even have the guts to say it to my face!
I said it would happen,
You promised it wouldn’t.
You try to tell me “nothing will change” !
But it always does,
Everyone knows it all changes.
I can’t do this anymore!
My heart is tired of your games!
Every other day is just another heartbreak,
The days between are filled with your lies to make me forgive you and patch up the holes.
This time was different though,
Before your betrayal came from one night stands and flings,
This time the betrayal is from your new relationship.
I said it would happen,
You promised it wouldn’t.
Well you cannot break my heart if it is not beating.
Alex you will always be the one,
Even when I'm dead and gone.
Life is like a red umbrella
dancing in the sweet blue rain or
running through the deepest puddle
Lord, offer thee, just a few things,
white robe or gown, for
My trip to heaven,
When I am dead and gone
Please, do not bring me
flowers I cannot smell,
red roses I cannot see,
a world, I cannot touch,
just keep on living,
In this earthy-place, when
I am 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
Staring at the world,
Through this door with glass, no bars,
Sharing stories with some of the homeboys,
knowing deep inside their scarred,
but you listen as you try to help,
though you know it's all in vain,
cause a homeboy you just tried to help,
hung himself last night insane.
so you ask yourself, why oh why,
does life have to be so cruel,
to prey on the young and the weak at heart,
but in life there are no rules,
so day by day we pray for strength,
and hope that we carry on,
cause we never know when,
when cruelty might win,
and leave us like my homeboy,
Dead And Gone!
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