Possibly by Simon Closs

by Simon Closs 1949 - 2010

Don’t worry about all the stuff you find
When I’m gone and left behind.

Don’t worry about the pieces and bits
The little hints and traces, it’s

Not important, probably never was,
The detritus of another life, because

What matters now is what you do
Your how or whether and what is you.

We evade, escape, and always deny,
What is for us to decide and bravely try.

Don’t hang on to yesterday’s fears.
Grab today and escape regret’s tears

Be the one you see in unfiltered light.
The real, the possible, the total might.
The power to fly and transcend.

So leave the trivia to the end.
I’ve loved you greatly and always will
Until, or unless, I am, finally, still.



Comment
Powerful, powerful words. Thank you for sharing.
Susan