If I Were To Leave Here Tomorrow…

If I were to leave here tomorrow would you still remember me?

Time has bitterly taken its toll on this spirit that once roamed free.

Perhaps death is not too bad; after all there is the promise of heaven.

Yet somehow I still feel the need to see, touch, feel and speak….

So How can this be, if I without eyes...neither hands nor lips which move?

How can I do all of which I seek if I should exist no more and turn lose?

I heard a song tonight that brought to the forefront youth’s simple high.

It was within this iconic melody that I remembered and am willing to say goodbye.

So if I were to leave tomorrow, would you still remember me?

Does it matter; did it ever?

I’ve seemed to have lost for what I’ve fought.

Captured is this sad spirit which once roamed free.

Therefore perhaps death is not too bad.

If I were to leave…pray tell who would be sad?

Never mind this little broken song.

Nothing is forever except the love in which our life has grown.

Little are our dreams torn asunder at the seams.

Scant is our hope when looking at our life from the end of the rope.

I recall the high that this song does bring.

I pass on….who should care…

I suffer no more and as a bird I am free.

J. Allen Wilson © 7/20/2011

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