If I died tomorrow, would you miss me?
Shed tears of sorrow, perhaps wished you kissed me?
In our lifetime where seconds feel like eternity,
Emotion is a crime and loves is only for the worthy;
Expression of gestures mistaken for offense,
No compassion for the confessor, making the mood too tense;
Some often take my kindness for blindness,
Others intently seek for my weakness;
Exploitation; with the creation of hostility,
A numbing sensation, sensing loves futility;
Happiness, adrift a sea of bliss,
With feelings as innocent as the nativity,
Imagination is the power of ultimate creativity;
So I can only imagine a land of serenity,
Peace, Harmony, Trust and Love; Can it be?
Shamefully not in our reality,
Only those of like-mind will look and can see;
We're willing to plant the thoughts of the "Love Seed",
With my heart on lock-down; Who has the key?
So I ask again...
If I died tomorrow, would you miss me?...
- Title: If I Died Tomorrow...
- Artist: nigumo
Firstly, NO this is NOT a suicidal note:
We never know when we will die.
Ask yourself. What are you doing with your life?
Are you making an impact? Are you leaving your mark?
Most of us take it for granted just living our lives day-by-day.
But what if you didn't wake up? What's left? Who will miss you?
Who's lives have you changed and affected?
Who loves you and will remember the lessons you taught them?
How will you ultimately mold their thinking and their life?
- Date: 11/21/2010
- Tags: died tomorrow nigumo poetry life
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