Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

People forget the witty things you said
Your books will be remaindered by and bye
Your hair won't go on growing when you're dead.

Your heavy coffin will be lined with lead
The mourners sip cold tea. Your girl will cry,
People forget the witty things you said.

But soon she'll put off black and put on red
She'll talk of you sometimes, and maybe sigh.
Your hair won't go on growing when you're dead.

She'll take another lover to her bed
Who'll see her weep sometimes and not know why
People forget the witty things you said

You'll be remembered by the portrait head
she draws. She always had an artist's eye.
Your hair won't go on growing when you're dead

Your art's remembered since it's hers it fed
She'll think of you when it's her turn to die
People forget the witty things you said
Your hair won't go on growing when you're dead.
Tags: poetry; villanelle
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