Remember me when I am gone,
And shades before my eyes are drawn.
Tell people that you knew me when;
That I taught you what you taught them,
So by my works I can live on.
Your face, lit by the rays of dawn,
Is in my heart, though you’ve moved on.
You stir, and wake, and smile, and then
Remember me.
A soldier born, I’m fortune’s pawn,
By fickle fate forever drawn
To fight and fall and rise again
So my name might be known to men
And every knave or paragon
Remember me!
Written December 12, 2012.