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.
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