Never Say It When Am Gone

Never Say It When Am Gone short poem

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Is that fair?
Waiting to say all that when am gone
Is this how friends be?
‘’He was an intelligent person
Full of wisdom only he was careless’’
You say.
Why saying that when am gone?
Why? Why? Why?
You could have saved a nation
You could have saved a soul
Are you happy now?
That am gone
That I failed when you could have helped
That I could have soar higher and higher but you pulled me down
Where was all these advices?
Was all those cheers and appraisals a lie??
What will it now bring after all am gone?
Never say it when am gone.

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