forget me...forget me not
Will you miss me
When I’m gone?…
I really rather
Doubt it.
Will you miss
What used to be
Once you’ve gone
A while without me?
Will you miss my words
My painful prose
My labored rhymes
I tried to pose?
Or will you even
Know I’ve gone
And if so, will you
Even care?
Will you miss
The laughs, the virtual hugs…
the words and phrases
That we used to share
The kind comments full..
Of lavish praises
For poems cast out
In the blue nowhere
I really rather doubt it!
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Another Fine David O. Whalen Poem
David,
This is a great and subtly powerful poem.
Who do we affect in life, and how . . . and where lingers that singularly unique touch when the hand passes on?
raggindragon
Your comment Rag...
David o Whalen Is poetry in and of itself. Thanks for the comment, and for a poem (in your second line) you've yet to write.