Nematoda Posted August 16, 2009 upon my death what will I leave for those I have left?. Poems of hate towards my past and present regrets. Goal set but never reached, not but a streak in history. A shooting star only to be thought of as it scars the night sky. Be remembered in tails of glory and the occasional childhood story. To ruin the mood of laughter, the cause of a loved ones cry. Upon my death what will I leave for the rest?. A name un-heard off ,under a face un-known. Lost in a conversation gossip of the day, a minute of another’s life. Not good enough reason to answer the phone. The usually “he was a good man” speech to the wife. As new kings line up to take my cold un-touched throne. Upon my death what will I leave for the earth?. Action postponed by life, a question of worth. One less mouth, one less solution and/or problem. A fertilizer of green for the eyes ,a grave yard gardener. Memories of soil since days of youth, the blanket of my birth. If I don’t live the night that above is my will. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Naxar Nugaaleed Posted August 16, 2009 young duke has a little of fatalism i see Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Nematoda Posted August 16, 2009 Im afraid you misread the concept of the poem I would explain the reasoning behind it but where is the fun in that Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
