Strange Poem by Karen Alkalay Gut

Strange

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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.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,remember
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