Will you remember me?
Or will I be forgotten?
Will my memory live on?
Or will I disappear?
Do people think of me,
Now that I am gone?
Or am I just a nothing,
As the people move on?
Will they remember me as special?
A quiet and delightful soul?
Or will they turn and carry on,
As if I’d never lived at all?
Do you think on my birthday,
They’ll say a prayer for me?
Or will they just party on,
Because it’s a holiday?
Will they think of me on Christmas,
The day the Lord was born?
Or will they have forgotten,
That I’D ever been born at all?
Will they wish I were there,
On all their special days?
Or am I the last thing,
They’d ever let dwell in their minds?
When they grow tired and start to die,
Will they smile in delight at the sight of me?
Or am I so old and so long forgotten,
They’d do anything to leave me and continue to live?
Will you remember me?
Or will I disappear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem