Treasure Island

Elena Plotkin


Who Will


When I die,
Who will cry?
When I leave,
Who will grieve?
When all is said and done,
Who will I be to anyone?

(c) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 21, 2014

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  • Shahzia Batool (1/10/2014 3:02:00 AM)

    an enjoyable exercise of both Elena and Bri...today pH is looking like a pleasant and light, the most wanted Tom & Jerry show! (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (1/1/2014 3:34:00 PM)

    WHO CARES?

    Who cares who will cry?
    But i might say bye-bye.

    If I knew you better i might grieve,
    wiping my tears and nose on my sleeve.

    And when all is said and done,
    at least we had a bit o' fun.

    thanks for sharing. i nice little poetic-exercise, this. for both of us. :) :) bri (Report) Reply

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