At the end of the day

At the end of the day, when I repose

And reflect upon the hardships of my toil;

I wish for you, sitting next to me.

You ask me how my day passed.

I sigh and smile at you. It is better now

That I am in your company, for my troubles are forgotten.

The harsh words of strangers strike my heart and cut my soul.

I suffer uncounted pains, but, the very thought of you sustains me.

Nary a moment passes,

nary an hour

When I don’t think of you.

You are on my breath, you are in my blood, you are on my flesh.

I love you now and forever.

Epitaph

Who will remember me when I die,
Not for the want of coin  I won,

Not for the favor of friends gained or lost,
But the good I did, the kindness spoken,

Unbegot, forgotten, unsung,
Who will lament, rue,  and cry
As I am lost to the infinite, the oblivion.

When I  die,  all I want
is for someone
to remember me
No accolades or praise,  nor any award
Just a simple memory,
that he was a good man
loved by some.