It will not matter to me in my last resting spot
If i am remembered or i am forgot
Since the dead are past all feelings they don't hear for them the hooray
That we all need recognition only true for to say
For to die almost as an unknown few humans wish to end their lives in this way
But so few in their lifetime become a great name
And most do die as strangers to material wealth and fame
To one's higher self one can only lives as true
But give me the recognition now if such is my due
So true indeed what the wise old sage has said
That honour is never of use to the dead
For to need recognition is a human thing
Do not wait until i am dead for my praises to sing.
Saturday, February 15, 2020
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