When I Die
Who will cry when I die?
Will there be any to mourn for me?
Will I be missed by those who dwell around,
Or will I just fade into obscurity?
Will my passing be felt at all?
Will my poetry be read?
Or will my life's loneliness persist,
When this battered mortal shell is dead?
Will the tears that fall for me be many,
Though those who cared for me be few?
Will I receive a stirring eulogy,
Proclaiming that my heart and aims were true?
Most of all, I want to know,
If at my funeral there will be:
A tender, gentle girl,
Who swears she loved just me.
