I do not want to cease to be,
it would be such a shame
when I am gone, if there's no me
to carry on my name.
I know that I am only one
of life's productive throng,
but fact it is that if I'm gone,
still I would think it wrong;
a crime of such portentous shame
when there's no more of me;
when I have left, and with my name
have simply ceased to be.
(Written August 2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well John, you just left something that will last 70 years after you’re gone; the copyright on your poems.