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Death and Appriciation

If I were to taste the bitterness of death, who would be in pain?
Who would sit and reminisce about me in the pouring rain?
Who would drive by my old house, in search of a memory to grasp onto?
Who would lecture hundreds on who I was? Although not knowing the slightest clue
 
Would you commend me and sing my praises?
Would you use “brother”,"friend", “the greatest” as common phrases?
Would I be remembered with a single flower? Tossed at the head of my grave?
Would I wear wreaths, bouquets and friends like a lion and his mane?
 
Id be celebrated in death, my good deeds all accounted for;
In my life, id have loved to be appreciated more
But this occasion brings occasion to be pitied until the end;
I talk not of myself, but to all my “best friends”
 
But to this good reader, I am far from dead;
No need to get your best look ready for depressing dread
Because I am in front of you, right now! my heart, with life beats wildly,
In death I am your favorite, but alive I am cared for mildly
 
So celebrate me, as I celebrate you in the present
Do not judge my actions as the rich judge the peasant
Smile with me, laugh with me, talk about me proudly
If all of these actions are absent, do not weep for me loudly!
 
For being respected in death when you were not celebrated in life is a disgrace!
When you are false at my resting place don’t picture my smiling face;
For when I was alive you had every fleeting chance
Do you regret the final feeling you had for me? In our final glance
 
Hug me without reason, show me with the smallest of things that you care
For the small simple things one day, I may not be there
Show me appreciation, satisfaction of who I am
Show me I am not a misbegotten boy, but your proud man
 
Wake me with a kiss, not a maleficent scoul,
Show me your intentions are pure and not foul
Tell me I am beautiful and grand even if you don’t believe it
My mind and heart will believe and conceive it
 
Surprise me, ask my opinions, adore and dot upon me
Give me your love and friendship without charging a fee
Someone who makes you feel special in life is truly priceless
Morn me after a life of such deeds and ill deem you the finest!

(2014)

A poem simply about showing somebody appreciation whilst they are alive.

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