Epitaph

Remember me, as I was
When you held me in your hand
A thing on which to dream
A new uncharted land.
Remember me, as I felt
Fragile, yes, but also strong
With dreams and ideas great
Made real in verse and song.
True, I do not breathe
No mem'ry of how things were
Unless you remember me
And with words make me stir.
Here I lie forgotten now
Something like a vapor
Won't you please remember me?
Here I lie- paper.
-- Withered Hand
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well done
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This poem is poignant. Beautiful.
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Thank you. -WH