Those Who Made Us

I grew up with Seuss and Silverstein
Roahl Dahl and Robert Frost
I live with Maya
And I run with Nikki
Sandburg he's always whispering
Hemingway holds my hand
And Shakespeare keeps on reaching
I cannot escape the Wilde's
or the Fitzgerald's
and it's rare that I try

 

We do not die alone
We die
With our memories intact
and personality strong
Those who made us
and those who shaped us
They are always holding on

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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