I wish I could cancel this appointment I should have ignored the knock on my door A vicious turn was out of my view A
I have been hurt too many times Been questioning my being. Until you came along, my love Opened my eyes, brought life and meaning. The
When I die, don’t bring me flowers. Don’t whisper that I will be missed, Don’t kneel, don’t pray for hours Don’t shed a tear –
This poem was written in 2005.
I come to you at the eleventh hour ‘Cause you are my last resort. Ashamed ’cause I know that you have the most power Yet,
This poem is included in my chapbook, “Inconsiderate Bastard,” which proceeds to support voting rights. \https://www.newswire.com/news/tatiana-keresteshs-new-book-inconsiderate-bast-is-an-evoking-21364218 Three giants changed history, Three giants with one dream.