Will anyone in your eulogy

Ever mention the regrets you died with?

Ever reveal the secrets that haunted you?

Ever pity the mistakes you made?

Ever wish you were better?

Ever comment how much time you wasted wishing you were as perfect as your eulogy would be?


A response poem by asoulwalker

When I die Tell them I was flawed And they can do better And I should have. When I die, Tell them I had dreams But often times Was far too broken to try. When I die, Tell them I mattered But they mattered more And they need to love each other. -a soul walker