When I am two hundred and ninety five,
no one will even know I was alive. That
my soul was once to be. And loved with
every part of me. No, no one on earth
will ever know. But in heaven, I hope,
my spirit will show.
Hi Becca, The Bard has written “The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; ” So let it be Rebecca Naverra... You have been doing a lot of good by your lovely poems, which we cherish as the feast on ph. They most often abound in profound thoughts, are poignant and provocative... We thank you for all the good you do.... And may God be be with you always...
Again Goodness, Thank you! .. Unnikrishnan, For such an ever so inspiring and beautiful comment! .. Means a lot to me! .. Your poetry is so beautifully painted with such heart, detail and depth, you touch the readers soul! .. Thank you ever so much! .. Ever so many blessings! ..
May God bless you to see your desire fulfilled! You will always be remembered, by God, and by all who love your shining soul!
May God keep you and bless you with long life! May you see your desire satisfied! Let our prayers rise with such longing! Continue writing!
I know you will always be remembered, Becca. The good words, deeds, acts and wisdom you imparted will defy your death. A great poem succinctly and wonderfully crafted.
A beautiful poem written so beautifully, tenderly and with utmost humility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Becca, What I have quoted below is from Antony’s Speech, from Julius Caesar. So, you understand that what Shakespeare meant just the opposite. So there! You will be remembered by those who love poetry, love literature....love art....
Thank you! .. Unnikrishnan, :) heh, for explaining didn't know. And Thank you for such a very beautiful comment! .. Your poetry holds beauty so bright, like the depths of the morning sunlight! .. Thank you ever so much! .. God bless! ..