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After Me
Lots of items, quite a heft
Will get lonely, when I go
Things I cherished will be left
To be packed, to be thrown
All that was supporting me
Till the end of the road
Signs of my eternity
Will get rot, and erode
Only spirit will survive
But I won’t be quite the same
It will be another life
With new memories, new name
There’ll be gardens in a bloom
More of roses, after me
There’ll be moons and sunny Junes
And slight ripples in the sea.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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