Remember Me

My own self portrait

Remember me as I was then

not like you see me now

The laughing carefree way I stood

too towered and taught to bow

 

The happy young man you once knew

who's eye's were clear and bright

Played together each day in the sun

danced alone in the soft moonlight

 

Rather you see what I was then

than what I have become today

A warm heart who loved you so

with the strength of fire to play

 

When April swells the marshes

the red winged birds will know

To pipe these two words lightly

to all the winds that blow

 

The trembling stars of the night

once bold bright shining too

Turn their heads from me now

as I do now from you

 

Author's Note

Wondering how I wish to be remembered

Reviews

[Epipsychologist]

This is beautiful.
Also I like that many of your poems are compact enough I can read them, get something out of them, and not feel bad for interrupting my homework.

Also, I'm going to drop this related Byron poem.
"They say that hope is happiness,
But genuine love must prize the past,
And mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless,
They rose the first, they set the last,

And all that memory loves the most,
Was once our only hope to be,
And all that Love adored and Lost,
Hath faded into memory.

Alas! It is delusion all!
The Future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are..."

Except I added the dot-dot-dots, because I feel like that's how he would've let the moment land.

[Tate Morgan]

Did I ever thank you for this? If not I do now.

[Rogue]

It was interesting reading this. I came along late in my parents life. And as I read this, I realized that when I think on them and even my aunts and uncles... I remember them all as they looked in my childhood.. Not the older people they were in my twenties.
Very thought provoking, Tate. And I don't doubt that is how you will be remembered. :)

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you for that . I have the worst headache today .The doctors took enough blood outta me tio float the christian fleet today.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Also the sketch is wonderful!

[Priscilla Sayers]

YOU will be remember to all that cherish you. To all those whose lives you've touched and all who have reached out to you. To remember you would bring us all joy as reflecting on who you have been to each of us your light will remain as bright as it has always been... No matter when we met you, no matter how long we've known you, the soul of you remains as pure as goodness gets. No matter what mistakes have ever led you astray, those were lessons, the growth, instilling the very goodness in the Man you are today.
Your words are strong with emotion and hope as you express the hope of how you wish to be remembered. As always such a soothing flow. Another great poem Tate!
You know I had to add my 2 cents. lol

[Tate Morgan]

That is a beautiful Review

[John Stussy]

To be remembered at your best is all one can ask after the day we pass. Good words you've composed here, a simple, strong summary of the might you had in your prime and the fire still in your heart. Great work man.

[Muse]

your song..not working?

[saunved]

Too good for the petty words of a guy like me! Its a fabulous poem and penned down marvelously! You are GREAT!

[Becky C Strukamp]

Most outstanding beginning, words well composed, message received, how we care to be remembered ...so endearing.


Remember me as I was then
not like you see me now
The laughing carefree way I stood
too towered and taught to bow

[Dinesh Sairam]

"The laughing carefree way I stood
too towered and taught to bow"

"When April swells the marshes
the red winged birds will know
To pipe these two words lightly
to all the winds that blow"

The reason I don't comment on the poems of some writers like poeticpiers, yourself, David, coyotepoetry etc., is the fact that I really don't have anything to comment or critique. Provided a little space for mistake, they always turn out to be great.

But I had to comment on this because it was well constructed and different. Keep writing.