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Somewhere Else

Contributed by Dina on Friday, 12th March 2004 @ 05:22:54 PM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry

Now that I am leaving
Yes leaving for Ever
leaving this life, going somewhere else
I am starting to remember
everything that has gone.
It's like a movie, or maybe a dream
it doesn't seem like it was Real
How did all these years pass?
What right did I do
and Oh, how many wrongs?
Where will they take me?
But I was honest, that I remember
and I was kind, that's for sure
I wonder will anybody remember me
and how will they remember me?
In what way or in which day?
I'd love to know before I go.
Maybe I was a good person
but that's not good enough.
I had to do more than being good
there were lots of things that could be done
though I knew them, but all I said
"I haven't got the time".
Now that I remember, I ask myself
What did I do with my life?
How did I spend it?
I am so sorry now, but I have faith
that my good deeds were more.
I was human like all the rest
no one is perfect in this world
although we to tend to be the best,
that's absurd, it's easy to be heard
Now I remember everything
running, just running past me
Oh, it is running so quickly
I can't stop it
So, goodbye for now
maybe we'll meet again
Somewhere Else.

Copyright © Dina ... [ 2004-03-12 17:22:54]
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Re: Somewhere Else (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 23rd March 2004 @ 07:57:24 PM AEST
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Well, maybe I am the only one old enough here to have ever left anything after a long long period and wondered the same thing. After a 30+yr career in medicine I wondered to myself what did I accomplish, what wrong judgments did I make, did I affect positively the lives of others. I can only hope that I did. I do think I took away in my heart and my mind much more than I probably ever gave. I hope you find you did make a difference as I have been told I did too.

Rainbows to you,
Rita

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