Will you remember me
when i`m old and my ink has dried up
when i no longer can see
When my inspiration leaves
and my memory fades
when i no longer can paint
what my heart once felt
Will you remember me
when you read a love poem
from another poet
will you think of me...
Sir WM Poets are like sand grains.Takes many for a beach
©bishu
re
no doubt my friend
ron parrish