A poem for my 8th grade English class, and the closest thing I have to a will. laughs

In the Event of my Demise

In the event of my demise;

I wouldn’t want for you to cry.

I want you to remember with dry eyes,

All the cherished times we’ve had;

All the good, and all the bad.

Remember my voice with every sigh.

Remember my face as you look to the sky.

Don’t forget that I’m nearby;

An angel, to stand by your side,

As you live on in my place.

I will be your unearthly guide.

I do not love, I do not hate,

But my loyalty to you will never abate.

In return for the guidance that I give,

One pledge I beg for you to give.

The written words that came from my soul,

I want you to share them, with the world.

The adventures that came from my dreams;

The poems that fell from my tears.

I don’t want to be forgotten,

Because when you are forgotten, you really are dead.

In the event of my demise.

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I'd like to know how many of you share this same view.

Zoa the Twilight Wyvern