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by Indian Comma Bean Sep 22, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Too die today is lost tomorrow, Too mourn tonight is forgotten at dawn. If killed by a bullet or be it a car, who would be there at the Their wake. They wish to see one if no one else, The one they loved so They can look down And smile... But who would notice who would cry, who would applaud that They had died. Too the ones that remember, Too the ones that cried They tell you this. You will not be forgotten Too the ones that live Too the ones yet to die, live everyday, with a smile to say: You will not be forgotten