A Small Reminder - A Poem

A poem written for my friends in the North upon my departure, in the hopes that none of us ever forget.

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Though now our youth is good and gold,

when it is drawn and gray,

would you forget

that we ever met?

And would I in your memory stay?

 

Even when many, many years

  have one by one each passed?

Please don't look through

my plea to you,

as though it were only glass.

 

When all the good days are gone,

and even echoes have flown,

will you still hear

my words in your ear?

Or will lonely silence have grown?

 

When I am forlorn,

and sky has sunken low,

please forget none

of our faded fun

That we had once, so long ago.

 

When all my writing has faded away,

and all my words are far too worn,

when the rims of this page

are yellowing with age,

let me not forever from mem'ry be torn.

 

I implore you: hear my plea!

Although the days are not yet done,

 forget me never,

or what we did together,

When the writing here is gone.

 

And though there will be greater,

and I know that this is true,

let not mem'ries fade

for the part I have played,

And remember me, as I remember you.

 

And so now, I ask you,

and let it no longer mystery be,

if it's near to the end,

And I call you, my friend,

 will you yet remember me?

What did you think? Have you written any poems recently? Am I the only one goggling contentedly at (and vowing to forthwith forever use) this gorgeous font?! ;D