Strolling through the gardens of stone,
names appear of many I've known.
They walked this life before my time
yet, I still see them in my mind.
I feel a sadness, that is true.
They served their time, like me and you
and fought life's battles, day by day,
'til the grim reaper had its say.
Our earthly days are numbered here.
Hold each you have as very dear.
Just live your life, while still alive,
in memory, you will survive.
When my time comes, my hope will be--
Remember dear, my poetry.
October-2020
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Author Notes
Poetry has always guided my life. We all wish to be remembered for
something unique that we have left behind, on our trip through life.
jaybird
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