my words will be lost,
blown away like shifting sands,
my deeds as well,
long gone and forgotten,
as time will tell.
take with you the memories,
as what we did was real,
immortalize my intentions,
and how I made you feel.
and when my soul flies free,
think good thoughts,
and do good things,
carry on the goodwill,
in memory of me.
December 12,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem