Remember me
But do not weep
As you approach
My own grave stone.
For once I lived
and though feared death
Still wrote this dirge
That swims your head.
And though I lay
Below your feet
I am so glad
That we could meet.
That I may speak
As dead men do
Though silently
Right next to you.
And so with these
My final words
I hope that you
Can tell the world
That I once lived
And thought and played
And worried of
My final days
And found no hope
And found no peace
So found no point
To just deceive
But rather say
That though I'm gone
I beg of you
To sing my song
So I may rest
Though not in peace
That someone does
Remember me.
William Blake Beckett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-me-147/
