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Goodbye a poem

Updated on December 26, 2011










I lie quietly on a satin bed.

My cold hands together, a kiss on my forehead.


They place a rose against my chest.

Their tears fall on my face, but I’m at rest.


They walk past for a final glance.

Tomorrow is to late, it’s their last chance.


Some of them whisper, while others cry.

Some sit in silence, some ask why.


The ones that love me, and the ones that hate,

It matters no more, it was the hand of fate.


The world is forgotten when we die.

When the coffin is closed, it’s the final goodbye.


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    • ahorseback profile image

      ahorseback 6 years ago

      They say that our existance in heaven is blissful, that we forget the pains of life completely, I hope so, yet I hope those there now remember us too......:-}Awesome write!.....:-]

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      celestrist 6 years ago

      The world is forgotten when we die.

      Is your world being forgotten by the other, or the other's world by you?

      Whose world is ,really, forgotten by who?

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      chrisam01 6 years ago from Los Angeles, California, USA

      This is definitely humbling to say the least. Nice poem!