Forget my moods and tantrums
Forget the sad songs I love
the end you thought I deserve
the days we walked in rain
the tears shed and the pain
Forget the moments I knelt
the many words I miss spelled
Forget the enemies I had
Forget the wounded I scarred
Forget the road we walked together
the hope we had in loving forever
unsure promises of happily ever after
Forget the jokes, the laughter
Forget the rays in the Sun
Forget my daughter and Son
When I die, forget even my family
that you're free to do
what you should remember
is to collect the poems I pen with shovels
the stories which should have been novels
and read so that you'll always know
it was my dream to change the world