You will forget me. The years are so tender,
They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,
This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendour
Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep,
The cloud of forgetfulness, over and over
Will banish the last rosy colours away,
And the fingers of time will weave garlands to cover
The scar which you think is a life-mark today.
You will forget me. The one boon you covet
Now above all things will soon. seem no prize,
And the heart, which you hold not in keeping to prove it
True or untrue, will lose worth in your eyes.
The one drop to-day, that you deem only wanting
To fill your life-cup to the brim, soon will seem
But a valueless mite; and the ghost that is haunting
The aisles of your heart will pass out with the dream.
You will forget me, will thank me for saying
The words which you think are so pointed with pain.
Time loves a new lay, and the dirge he is playing
Will change for you soon to a livelier strain.
I shall pass from your life, I shall pass out forever,
And these hours we have spent will be sunk in the past.
Youth buries its dead, grief kills seldom or never
And forgetfulness covers all sorrows at last.
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Still waiting to forget
From guest mkn (contact)
I hope I will forget again. The pain of our forced separation as children in a forbidden unthikable relationship was so great that I had amnesia about the relationship for 45 years. Now, as incredible as it sounds, I remember why I felt like my heart was ripped out of me for my whole life. He has absolutely forgotten me, but my grief is edging me to the grave. Please, whoever readsthis, pray for me. -
I can relate to this poem so well. Pain can be so great that you think it will last forever, but as time passes the pain ebbs, and then is nothing but a fading memory.
Peace
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"You will forget me", the thought that each of us fear will someday happen .... and perhaps this is not a bad thing, as new experiences, loves, happiness, spring forth from ashes of yesterday.
This poem speaks to me, and as I find myself in the midst of life itself, I both dread the message and understand this poem.
Dee
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I always feel funny commenting on old poetry, but...this one speaks to me so boundlessly right now, I hope her words were true...maybe not to forget the 'me' referred to, but to at least forget the pain...the feeling of betrayal, that would be the answer.
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