MY SONG FOR YOU
I would be sorry to tell you I am going to go from this world,
That I was not endowed as much as you were, or as bold,
But fittingly frail and weak, as a woman child,
Frightened by men making me even more fragile.
Let me go slowly and no other person to know,
Don’t let that empathy beyond the steel mask to show,
Or the hidden silly mild song in my voice,
Which was on my road maybe not my choice.
It was a game of nature dear’s make do with the living
Remaining me only to make my eventual appeasement
Of our bodies, alleviated only with our memory’s prize,
So the sweetest word for the rest of my world, is,
For you, my dear man, “likewise”.