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When I Die

by Joan Serratelli

When I die
who will be there
to mourn my passing?

I am not scared,
I just need to know
that my life meant something

Aside from the pain
and the turmoil
and the crying

I need to know
that I was important
to someone

Not just a body
who walked this eath
aimless looking

The meaning of my life
will be defined
by the people

The people who mourn me
who miss me
who I had touched

When I die
who will find it hard
to go on without me?

01/20/2006

Posted on 01/20/2006
Copyright © 2024 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mo Couts on 08/08/11 at 03:05 PM

Oh Joan...what a sad, sad poem, yet nicely written. I'm sure there will be MORE people than you can imagine who care and will mourn you. It's always struck me as odd that as people we're shy about telling people we care when they're here, but never fail to give them their flowers when they've passed on. *HUGS* and hopefully...you get your flowers soon!

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