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On my demise

I ain't any famous personality 

A character popular in locality 

I'm just another person 

You could call me a commoner  

 

I'm not into extravagance 

No pomp and no show 

No display of anything 

Nothing to brag about being  

 

I'm just a tiny little me 

Nothing  heroic nor talented 

Few goods and bads 

Makes up for being me 

 

Unknown to the world 

Unvoiced dreams and desires 

Unknown to leave the world 

Without any regrets or hurts 

 

On my demise 

Build me a home 

Place me inside 

Seal it flat with mud 

 

Don't want a flower 

Don't need a roll 

No epitaph 

Nothing to distinguish 

 

In an unknown grave 

I wish to sleep 

Without visitors 

Without any weeping 

 

This is how I wish to be 

After I die I'll have tranquility

Till the day of resurrection 

In my soft grave, to sleep peacefully 

 

No name inscribed 

In books or stones 

No pictures on walls 

No statues standing tall 

 

No flowers be wasted 

Kept upon my grave 

No heart to hurt 

Missing me so much 

 

From within my grave 

I'll nothing of earth attain 

If ever you remember me 

Just make a little prayer for me 

 

I won't call my demise, sad 

For I don't want any remorse 

Make a charity on my name 

If ever you ever remember me 

 

Not that today I'm ill 

I'm quite hale and hearty 

But life's been recently such 

So I leave here my final words

 

 

◄ Chapters of life

Divine love ►

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keith jeffries

Wed 29th Dec 2021 13:27

Humility is a great virtue and this poem exemplifies it.
Thank you
Keith

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