Would it matter if I die,
are there people that would cry,would the world become a different place,
or would there just be one less face?-
Will the people be forced to remind,
or will they forget that I was kind?
Maybe they'll remember what I did wrong,
saying that I was so young?
-Now, the world won't lose a tear,
never understand why this is my fear.
I don't expect a lot of grieving,
after all, it's just another soul leaving.
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And a hunderd years after I'm gone,
when my body is rotten,
I won't be remembered by anyone,
my whole life will be forgotten.-
Please, please don't forget me,
remember how I used to be.Know that I used to live,
that I had a lot of love to give.
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Would It Matter (POEM)
PoetrySomething that has been going through my head lately. It may be a bit depressing. Note that this is my first poem ever and English isn't my first language, so if you see a mistake, please let me know.