I Will Remain

you can place
dead flowers
on my grave
when i'm gone...

bring in a preacher,
sing a couple old hymns...
if it makes you feel better....

but my testament,
and my only word,
lies in the things i've done,

the things i've given,
the people i've either
hurt or helped....

the things i've fought for,
win or lose....
everything else, just wrappings

on an old turtle's shell....
i wont live there anymore....
but in everything that moves

and groans, that shakes
and tremors, that breaks and falls...
in every breath of life....

i will remain!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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