Forgotten Memory

by simply crissyboo   Jun 13, 2006


Life is short,
Then you die,
You become a memory,
People cry,
They say they'll remember,
That they'll never forget,
On a cold day in December,
Rainy and wet,
They'll cry for your memory,
Tears of pain they weep,
They'll go to the cemetery,
to put flowers at your feet,
But only once a year,
When there's nothing else to do,
Only then will they remember,
A memory of you.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Batman

    OMG....thats so...short..but seriously touching...Holy Cow..imma read it again...H/O...ok back it gives me goose bumps...yeah..your def. good.

    Batman

  • 17 years ago

    by scott

    I like this poem, but just remember that its better to have someone remember you, then no one even knowing you

  • 17 years ago

    by ~Thorns On My Grave~

    I really like this. I wrote a poem similar to this once...but I was a lot younger, and it didn't turn out very well. Yours is very well written.

  • 17 years ago

    by simply crissyboo

    Wow...*grins* thanks guys. that was actually the first poem i ever wrote, I'm glad you liked it!

  • 17 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    I like the rhyming, and thought the rhythm was okay. I disagree with what you're saying though... people remember others for all sorts of reasons.. I mean I remember my dead DOG at completely random times, and that definitely isn't just once per year.

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