When I Am Gone (1) Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
When I Am Gone (1)
Dear Poet Friends
When I breathe no more
This life so vain is gone
Many will say many things
Both true and false to please
These to naught amount
I take no pleasure in them
Though unaware of them I am
But for you poet friend
That chance to come around
To the nothings listen not
And if possible with you
To have access to my wordings
Make some copies as you can
And round my coffin lay
To bless a soul, who knows.
(Monday 11th November,2019,1.33pm)
An excellent poem conveying candid declaration....'One of my greatest joy and possession is my piece of writing'. A very creditable piece of work.......................................Top score!
Your comments are very encouraging my friend Dr Swain. Thanks so much.
A poet lives on, that's the privilege of being a poet.
Make some copies as you can And round my coffin lay. This words are from the soul and the power behind them cannot die. thanks for sharing.
A poet lives in his creation.The mortal body will perish one day but his works will live in the heart of readers.The poem speaks for every poet who wishes that his writings remain eternal.A great writ, thanks for sharing Kingsley Egbukole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 8:39:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
True, Kingsley, something that is written from the heart will certainly make an impression and will live long after one is gone.
Highly appreciated Ruta. Thanks