This poem was rapidly put together (about 5 minutes) and I really haven’t edited it. It was on a scrap of paper and I’m filing those away, so I’m putting it here for the sake of having it at my fingertips to play around with later.
Will you have time for me when I’m gone
when nothing is left but fading memories to carry on?
Will you look up and realize you are alone
And wonder what you could have possibly done?
Will you listen and not hear a sound
Wish that time could be rewound?
Will you plead and beg and cry
For just one more kiss goodnight?
Will you have time to miss me at all
Or will you still be behind your wall
Of television, jokes, games, and beer
The sacred things you do hold dear?
Will you have to miss me when I’m gone
And you wake up to realize you are alone?