Would ye remember me,
If I fell into Deaths embrace.
Or would you soonest forget,
I ever dwelt within thy place.

Could you soonest know me well,
Of this man I used to once be.
Maybe yon memory would fade,
Until I was, at last, forgotten by thee.

And aye, mine words may live again,
Thy words may be revisited once more.
This World could rediscover the beauty of poetry,
Where begging to read, could, nay; shall implore.

The minds will be opened, all poets then blessed,
Where people will think, and come to ponder.
Books once again shall opened, and enjoyed,
As the best of thee, through words from yonder.