A Matter of Death

Alone I ponder on my life,
As time draws to a close.
I was blinded, could not see,
As I lived the life I chose.

No-one will miss me, when i�m gone,
No-one will mourn my passing.
For in this life, no mark i�ve made,
No sign left, everlasting.

Once gone, my name will disappear,
From all minds that I touched.
I learned so much from all I met,
The one�s i�ll miss, so much.

Copyright Dreambeliever 2001
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