"In Memory of Me"
I am the tattered remnants of
my gone and youthful self.
Through hollow eyes, I watch the world,
heart a-rest on erstwhile shelf.
My weary soul so heavy laden
by that to which we all are bound.
My feet scurry so swiftly to
their reunion with the ground.
To light upon some yonder shore
'twas all that I could hope.
But when hope is mine to hold no more,
and I with life no more can cope...
I seek to find a witness unto
all that I have loved.
Somehow, to remember when
life, for me, it was enough.
--
L8r,
Uncle Dollar Bill
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