Thursday, December 18, 2014

Millie Niss

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
              ‒Shakespeare, Sonnet 71
I hope you do not miss me when I'm gone
For longer than it takes the news to spread
Of my demise.  Just tell them I am dead
And decomposing.  They won't care a whit.
Hey, if you read this poem please do not think
Of me if it will make you sad.  I love
You so much that I'd rather you forget
Than grieve for me in tears or silent pain.
And should you come to read this past the time
When I've become recycled food for worms
Do not, oh please, do not repeat my name;
Just let your love die with me and be free.
            Do what I say unless you want to bear
            The scorn they'll heap on any friend of mine.


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