Haste The Day

I hear whispers,

The snide remarks.

Their perception of me.

How wrong I am,

How less I care -

I'm not what I should be.

 

Oh, haste the day

When talk of me

Will cause no pain because

No one will say

I'm this, I'm that,

They'll just say what I was.


Submitted: September 13, 2018

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hullabaloo22

All these comments, these words can be so painful. And you put your finger on the irony of it all -- no matter what is said during a lifetime, there are few that speak ill of the dead. A very impressive piece, Bobi.

Thu, September 13th, 2018 8:48pm

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Thanks. Whether they speak ill of me when I'm dead or not, the point is, I won't care! :D

Thu, September 13th, 2018 6:40pm

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