When my number comes up
and death draws near
i will depart this world
without regrets or fears
i hope i go as quietly
as i have lived my life
one full of both joy and strife
i don't want to be reembered
for being poetically correct
nor for awards my work begets
when you think of me
my last hope will be that
you see me as someone who
lived their dream of
connecting with humanity
through the languge of
my heart poetically
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, this is awesome! your poem connects, indeed. take care. sincerely, merc