When my number comes up <br />and death draws near <br />i will depart this world <br />without regrets or fears <br />i hope i go as quietly <br />as i have lived my life <br />one full of both joy and strife <br />i don't want to be reembered <br />for being poetically correct <br />nor for awards my work begets <br />when you think of me <br />my last hope will be that <br />you see me as someone who <br />lived their dream of <br />connecting with humanity <br />through the languge of <br />my heart poetically<br /><br />Faith Elizabeth Brigham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-remember-me/
