With me die
Not blood and flesh alone,
Nor bone and skin alone.
With me die
The value of things held,
The love for persons made.
With me die
Gratitude, indebtedness,
And remembrance too.
With me die
Secrets shared and withheld,
Secrets of others, known.
With me die
The castle I have built
Around me over years.
When I die
It is the past that looms,
Not the future in wait
22.07.2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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