Epitaph

If I should die without goodbye,
This, I would like the world to know,
That all my hopes, and all my dreams
Were all accomplished. Do not cry.

I did not hope for fame or wealth,
They would not have given me joy,
But now in death, you see me here
I lived a life of rare good health.

Poet and nurse of ailing soul,
Remember me for what I gave,
The rare ability to share
Whatever I had was my goal.

So even as I lay in death,
An undiscovered poet, poor.
I left this world for all to see,
And know my life was not bereft.

Barbara A Cadogan © 2012