Thank you all for your advice in my last thread. I will take that sincerely. I do like to spend my time writing and I am grateful to have places to
share. Even if this is just a conspiracy site, there are still those of you that have encouraged me to continue, so here is another short poem. Hope
someone will enjoy it.
What Is Our Life, But A Collection Of Stuff?
When I leave this world behind,
What will others be left to find?
A collection of my useless stuff,
In a trunk full of memories.
Pictures I took, mementos I saved,
Nothing but a treasure of me.
Will it matter to them the same way?
Not likely, but I will leave it to them someday.
Stories I wrote and poems, too,
They meant much to me but not to you.
I hope you will take the time to read them
When they fall in your possession.
Would you like to hear a confession?
I did write them for you.
So, you had something to remember me by,
when the years fly.
I will turn to dust and float away where the river meets the sea,
I hope the rainbow will follow me.