They walk over me,
Never Knowing that I
Lived - -
And died...
And that my body
Has blessed the earth
By becoming food - -
For the worms,
But that my soul
Lives on, soaring free,
Reminding those left
To listen to me,
To remember what I said,
To drag out all those words I spoke,
Words of wisdom, or a Joke
Which made them laugh!
For all that is left of me...
Is a faded photograph,
And the memories of what I said
Written to be treasured and to last.
Scarlett Treat
December 29,2008
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