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9/25/2016 12:42 am

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When I am gone.

When I am gone.

When I am gone,
and face my maker’s critical eye,
with no real expectancy of joy,
yet hoping for a clemency which allows,
my nature to live on as a ghost.

This I ask, as a poet…
At the very least,
if you have read me, I pray,
you love me enough to let me live,
and you read me once again,
that I come alive to your mind.

Then do I go to face my maker,
In joy’s hope of living in two worlds'
the one which affords me Paradise,
and the other which lives on forever,
in the pastoral ever-green of your mind.

Robyn363 83F

3475 posts
9/26/2016 11:32 am

You seem to have a poem about every occasion, and this one is particularly nice.Thanks Ron.

Rocketship 80F

18620 posts
9/25/2016 11:45 am

Isn't it the truth! Our mind, as we age, seems to wander, and wonder about dying.

I have never tended to make a big splash while alive, and I assume that my dying will not make a big splash either.

It is what it is~~~~

RonSKing replies on 9/26/2016 1:10 am:
Good morning, Rocket... C'est la vie! I always thought that knowing you're old is when you start looking back at your life. But old age is really when to start paying for your funeral...lol. Death is always a big splash, how big depends on the weight of what one has gathered through life!

Maudie1 74F

8151 posts
9/25/2016 9:45 am

Ron, what a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it with us

RonSKing replies on 9/26/2016 1:08 am:
Good morning Maudie. Thank you for enjoying my work and sharing the thoughts...

MrsJoe 76F

17498 posts
9/25/2016 7:34 am

I'm not an accomplished poet, as you are, but that is also my hope. That, even when I am gone from this earth, I will live on in the hearts and memories of my loved ones.
Thank you for saying it so eloquently.

Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.

RonSKing replies on 9/26/2016 1:06 am:
I have always thought that one lives on through two generations until the memory of that person is no more. But I am wrong because the love of one person for another ensures that the memory ever stays... Thank you, Mrs. Joe.

Hawkslayer 88M

13369 posts
9/25/2016 6:48 am

I enjoy reading your poems and look forward to even more in the future.

Alfie...

It only takes a drop of ink to make a million people think. There are many stories.

RonSKing replies on 9/26/2016 1:03 am:
Hallo Alfie; lovely to see you and happy you're enjoying my work.

Abelle2 83F

31257 posts
9/25/2016 6:45 am

It is always a treat to see one of your poems! Ann

RonSKing replies on 9/26/2016 1:02 am:
Thank you, Anne, always a pleasure to read you.