If you question my life today,
Ask me before I die.
Don't wait 'til flowers are on my grave.
Don't wait 'til you say goodbye.
You will not learn the answers why
From others to whom I was near.
Show your love by asking now,
By asking me while I'm here.
It matters not that you should care
Long after my chariot's gone.
It matters more that while I'm here,
And while I tarry on,
That you should ask and question me
In all of your loving care.
For while I'm here is when I need
To know your love is there.
@Ramesh Rai Thanks for asking Ramesh. That's kind of you. The subject is not someone who is going to die soon. It's about how many of us feel in general about life and death, and how people relate to us during both. Have a nice day.
beautiful write. a deep thoughts. may i ask the feelings of a person going to die. certainly time forgets everything. a grt write.
Patricia, so many times we neglect to give a person attention now, and when he/she is gone, our hearts are broken because of what we could have done. Thanks for visiting.
Give someone their flowers or a kind word when they can still see or hear. Piling flowers on top a grave when they are gone when they should have been given those things while still alive. Love me while I am here and not when I am gone. A poignant write.
Is It Poetry, what a sad story. Certainly a child cannot be held accountable about knowing whether or not a person is in deep distress, and reaching out to him/her. I imagine you were traumatized, and I hope and pray that you have been able to experience healing. I thank God that he did not do it in front of you. Thanks for reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes you are right my step father sent me to the store when I came back he had shot him self. I was to young without experienced to recognize it.....iip