I will be famous
And known to multitudes
They will read from my web
And dance to songs of my memories
He was a good Singer
And a favorite to some.



Their whispers will be about missing me
That am gone to soon
The soon they didn't create me
Oh even glanced at its date
surely they will cry and mourn.
Lay me down expensively
Donate flowers to me
Yet no coin was rendered to my living.



I hate the speeches
Rest :n peace
Yet they didn't live in peace with me
Post my writings and pics
As though they were allergic during my lifetime
At time I can't even say thanks
I will be loved but long gone.
A song of history
A kiss to the wind
And I wont love back
They will promise to meet me
At a place they never prepared
Or even ever been.