When I die I must WonderA Poem by RIch HilliardA poem about what I think I will miss when I'm dead
When I die I must wonder what I'll miss most.
What will my spirit ponder as it turns to a ghost? Will it be the beliefs in which I faithfully vowed? Or the luxuries in which I was never allowed? What about my ambitions from childhood to death? Every single moment that took away my breath. An instance of love the first girl to kiss me. But it's not what I'll miss it's "What will miss me?"
© 2010 RIch HilliardAuthor's Note
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