We’re not made to live forever
yes, we know that to be true.
So let me ask a favor
a small request of you –
When the shadows come to claim me
and it’s my time to part
let me live as a memory
inside of your heart.
Think of me –
from time to time and now and then.
Think of me –
and place some flowers by my name.
Think of me –
don’t let my dash be forgotten.
Think of me –
when you dance in the rain.
Think of me –
when a summer breeze messes your hair.
Think of me –
when you laugh at a corny pun.
Think of me –
but don’t be sad I’m not there
because see –
I lived until my job was done
so don’t be sad when I’m gone.
I will continue to be –
my spirit will live on.
Please, just think of me.
© 2013 ck’s days
Originally posted March 19, 2013

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