Soon Forgotten

Posted: January 29, 2016 in Poetry

When the trumpets sound and the maidens dance
Will a song of me ever be sung?
Naive and vain, is my life even worth a verse?
No medals. I know I’ll be buried in dung.

In the end my name was written
Not on polished stone nor on cold steel
But upon the sandy shores of a tormented ocean
Where,prematurely, it was washed away
To the cold dark depths, long forgotten
Oh, how i wish I’d live forever!

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©David 2015

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