On how i want to be remembered,
Honestly i do not know,
But when i kick the bucket,
I'd imagine on how I would go.
Would it be death by fire?
So the flame could scorch my skin,
Or would it be by ice?
To soften the blow within.
In the end this does not matter,
Death will take his course,
All that counts is not regrets,
On a path of no remorse.
Great poem Yeah we're all the same path. Thanks for sharing: O) P.
this poem i wrote for my 11th grade english class. we had to write a poem on how we want to be missed when we died. enjoy :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a nice poem i like it...i enjoyed it too while reading keep writing...please read my poems