Strange Poem by Karen Alkalay Gut

Strange

Rating: 3.5



Strange we don't think about those who care about us
But spend our days worrying about those who don't.
I like to imagine that on their deathbeds
Those l loved who disregarded me will remember
With terrible regret, and the forgotten ones,
those who loved me, will forgive.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success