Put Me Out of Mind

Old folks seem to worry that they'll be forgotten
When they die. That's not something that bothers
Me. J, you're young. You'll live for decades after
I have passed away, and I, the man who loves you most,
Would rather you not think of me when I am gone,
If you will mourn. Move on. Preserve your happiness.
I wouldn't really love you, would I, if I hoped my memory
Forever made you weep.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-20 at 20:50

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