I do not want to be remembered when I am gone.
If when I needed love and empathy,
I found hatred and hostility,
When I gave everything to make others happy,
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Those I have fed with the sweat of my labour, Who having gone up the ladder of achievement, Look down, unconcerned, leaving me hungry, Beautifully expressed thought.Can feel the pain for my The ladder, too expresses the same.Please do read it sir. A ladder though forgotten and ignored is always required when those who used it to climb, need to come down too.Thanks for the beautiful thought sir.
Yes! Doors were shut on me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.