When I’m Gone

 

When I’m gone

I’d like whomever,

To sit ‘round a table,

Read a poem or two or eight,

Tell a joke, a story,

Concentrate

On me with love the modus operandi.

 

Meanwhile I endeavor

To make this life a label,

Every movement something –

Health, a lesson, teaching.

Life is peachy if I let it,

Up and out and reaching.

 

When I’m Gone 7.1.2016

Birth, Death & In Between II; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

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