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Who Will Remember Me?
Contributed by
candysears
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Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 02:06:49 PM in AEST
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Who will remember me?
When I stand tall, know
More!
Who will remember me?
When my voice is weak
And can only whisper,
Who will remember me?
When I only breathe
Within my soul,
Who will remember me?
When my eyes grows dim
Never to distinguish the
Light from the darknes
Who will remember me?
When my body lies still
And lifeless,
Who will remember me?
When I descend from this
Old world of strife and
Grief,
Who will remember me?
When my tear counts
As raindrops,
Falling from the purest
Of whitest cloud,
Who will remember me?
From the painful scars
That left my heart in such
Bitter,painful grief,
Scared for life and trust
Inevitable,
Who will remember me?
When my body cease to
Exist,
My soul a silhouette of
Shadows floating on the
The mist of the wind..
Who will remember me?
When all my tracks have
Been washed away from
This land...
But please remember this
I shall keep in touch..
When time seems the
Hardest,
I shall be there with a murmur
As gentle as the wind..
Cheers you on giving you the
Strenght to make through the
Day..
Copyright ©
candysears
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2006-05-06 14:06:49]
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Re: Who Will Remember Me?
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 06:36:21 PM AEST
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I think about people all the time, close people, people far apart... living or in heaven.. now and then hubby will see someone and they tell him to say hi to me, even if we haven't seen each other in days or years.. and its nice to know they still remember me too...
Just as God gave us words to remember Him by, we must do the same for our family and friends here on earth... love certainly will be remembered... and it leaves no painful scars..just as God has guided all before us, we must help to guide them along too, love them all, for we are all tender babies and we all need nurturing from each other. Even people whom we may think is terrible, they still get hurt too... so we need to love all, because God loves all.. even when we say we don't like this person or that one.... we must know that God loves everyone.... even those that are not liked by others.. no matter what kind of personality or attitude they may have... lovely poem here.. very, very lovely..
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Re: Who Will Remember Me?
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by inoc on
Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 07:39:55 PM AEST
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this is a sad poem but written from the heart...
many will remember you but I believe one day we will all meet again and know each other as like what Rachel Leah said....though we don't see each other often we still have that rememberance within our minds and think a lot of each other regardless of when the last time we physically saw each other....
sorry I am not too good with bringing my point across....anyway great write from your heart.
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Re: Who Will Remember Me?
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by EddieDean on
Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 09:07:41 PM AEST
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A very sad poem indeed, but it is written from your heart, from your very soul. Anyone who can write a poem of this magnitude will be remembered for a long time coming. Very good work, keep it up and I hope to read more of your work soon.
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Re: Who Will Remember Me?
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by marshmalloska on
Saturday, 1st July 2006 @ 09:49:07 PM AEST
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| Ha ha! What wonderful placations! Perhaps you were seeking reassurance, perhaps not, although I'm sure if so, you were drawn in by those delightfully cliched arguments and general nonsensical fallacies of illusory self indulgence. What is it to know absolute truth, and to comprehend the eternity of being, and yet also bear the cruel jest of its impossible articulation to those who speak knowingly of "God", if such a thing is possible, and who's philosophies are bound by the requiem of existence? I shall certainly remember you, your orthography in particular, but wait, who to remember me remembering you? Ah well, forgive me, I'm in a horrible mood, farewell! |
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