Dear Poet Friends
When I breathe no more
This life so vain is gone
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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.
Indded, we will be gone, but how we hope our poetry remains eternal. Few poets get that status. But, I love your idea.10 for this.PM
I take no pleasure in them! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It will be a legacy so great you will bequeath to the world. It is priceless and precious. When we are all gone, we should ask ourselves what will we leave behind for posterity. A beautiful piece, another masterclass from your literary collection.
Thank you Uche. You are a source of encouragement. I appreciate
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