Will You Miss Me?

By Joseph McGowan

Will you miss me when from my body my soul is gone,
When I lie in the ground and from my bones my flesh is torn?
Will you even remember my smile, my laugh, my face
When my soul leaves my body to float with the stars
far from here in distant space?

Will you remember that I was an artist,
When my works have turned to rust,
When they have crumbled back into the Mother Earth
From which they came?
For it’s ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Will anyone remember that I was a poet
Whose canvas is a blank piece of paper
And whose tools are his mind and his pen?

Will you remember the words in the book I have written,
When the words turn weathered and fall off the pages
and are tossed about by the wind?

To never be spoken by my lips again
with my last dying breath all I ask is this;
as I say goodbye with a kiss
will you remember me my dear friend?

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