Gone Poem by Anthony August

Would they notice if I was gone.
It sounds just like a country song.
If they did would be relief?
Or anger, grief, or disbelief.
Was I loved on my final rest?
Be nice to know and not to guess.
Would they speak on my behalf?
Would they cry?
Would they laugh?
Or would it be an average day?
Close the box and walk away.
Well I had feelings and a soul.
Even brains, or so I'm told.
I even had a stupid phone.
That never rang and felt alone.
If back's and text is all I get.
Should not I feel some regret?
I hurt myself couldn't move.
While working midnight's afternoon.
Four long years in bed with pain.
Begging GOD to take away.
Thankful for my Fam and friends
Who should stand beside me to the end
Should have my back right or wrong
Or so I thought
That's why I'm gone.
A thousand minutes
in every day
Would have taken one.
To check on me.......