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A poem about my fear of being forgotten |
| I may never climb that mountain, Nor touch the moon. I may not travel the world, At least not too soon. I may never write a novel, Nor win a Nobel prize. No matter what I fail at, Remember the demise. Losing is an option, Surely I will not mind. Just remember what I lost at, Would you be so kind? I live to be remembered, To stay in someone's psyche. Keep me in your mind, For whatever reason you'd like. |