My Epitaph Poem by Poet Princealexander

My Epitaph



In lack of glory, lack of fame
He tamed himself to be humble and lame.
He tried to be a man of word,
To live by peace and not by sword.

He tried to stay away from crime,
Except for playing with the rhyme.
He tried be honest, live in truth,
Both being himself, being part of Jews.

He was not perfect, was not saint.
He didn't deserve bright colors paint.
Though he has tried to do what's right,
And separate the black from white.

Don't judge him harshly if you can,
Please be forgiving to this man.
If in his life he caused you harm,
Pray for his soul since you can't shake his arm.

Sunday, November 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: epitaph
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liza Sudina 26 October 2015

shake his arm - it goes for a living person! epitaph means for the dead... are you Libra? your poem is as on the scales.

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Poet Princealexander 26 October 2015

Thanks Liza - will try to fix it. I am Pisces...

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