Such a sad poem. The feeling really comes through. The poem itself is almost perfect, but I am having trouble with the euphony of
Quote:
how soon will they be unaware
that I am even there;
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Specifically, the words "be aware" don't roll off the tongue so well. Also, the unintended rhyme seems out of place. How soon will they neglect that I am even there;
No doubt your mind is still sharp, a pleasure to read your work.
