Let’s write my tribute now,
Shall we?
I want to hear it
And cry with you
Before I go
Let’s write my tribute now
I do not know where I’ll be
When I leave
I can’t miss all that love
Let’s hear it now
Must I die before you reflect
On my life with you?
Look back…
Let’s recount memories
Start from the day
I stepped into your life
Tell me the difference I made
Capture each moment
In a glass vial
Tell me I’m talkative
That I laugh too hard
I cry too much
Tell me I’m stubborn
And relentless
Remember
All the cakes I baked
Remember
Each scoop of ice cream
Walks up the hill
Remember
My row with each nurse
That particular one
With that trotro mate
Remember
Every single poem I wrote
Every note I sang
Every character
I created
Name them
One
by
One
Remember
The love
Our love
The fights
The rage
The temper
The sad times
Remember
Each chat
Each shallow lie
Each deep truth
Record them all
I’m half-gone
The other half
Of time
Is on fast-forward
Read it to me
A line a day
It’s mine
Not theirs
Whisper it to me
My tribute
”Start from the day
I stepped into your life
Tell me the difference I made
Capture each moment
In a glass vial”
never made sense why we share our tributes when the person is no more….AWESOME!!!
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🙂 And so I await…
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I love it! I’d rather right a tribute when you are gone 😛
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I’m glad you are not “wronging” it. 😀
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Wonderful piece,I enjoyed reading it n would read it again any other day
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Thanks Paul !
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“I’m half-gone
The other half
Of time
Is on fast-forward”
That was my favorite part!!
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(y) Thanks boss!
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I am clapping for you right now
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*taking a bow* 🙂
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Nice read.
What you say is true.Very true.
My favourite line was:
“Each little lie
Each deep truth”
Once again,the shape of your poem was good.
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One more thing. Just of personal quirk I’d have liked to read my favourite line as
“Each shallow lie
Each deep truth”
I must say I like the empty scroll at the beginning.
And for your tribute…let’s not speak of death too much.All I hope for now is that you do all you can you fulfill your essence here on earth before,and that afterlife will be a way better experience for you,only when the time is right.And that we do not know so keep living whiles you’re alive and we shall keep writing the best we can 🙂
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Shallow! now that fits! *proceeding to edit* 🙂
Only when the time is right
For us all, right?
Right for us all.
Thanks!
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For us all will be quite a difficult thing to have…So I’d say at a point when you yourself know that time may be up – not anytime soon :).
We…(I know plenty people like that) love having you around!!
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eeii, abotr3 wai. wo sei bebiaa oo. char, vimthings
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Megyae a, mawu o!
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Wow. I love this poem because it simply reminds us of the essence of celebrating life before we die. What is a fancy tribute to a dead man?
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Yes, what is a fancy tribute to a dead man?
Thanks for stopping by.
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