After I die -- Dot? Comma?

After I die,

Their streaming tears and saddened hearts

vainly may fan the embers

of a long-gone part.

“Time to let go, soul,” to myself  I cry;

“Thank Life, you died a samurai.”

After I die

in company of many a cherished dream;

as keepsakes my dear things may remain-

armchair, fountain pen, shawl or ring.....

A moment, an event; small talk or laughter

recalled for days long after.

“I’m not there,” I rue; wishing Time never flew.

After I die,

so will a hundred phrases:

“Work till drop dead.”, “Always.”,

“Tomorrow.”, “Forever.” and “Rat-race.”

A thousand orphaned notions, flailing, fade:

poor, un-sung hangers-on; dead with the charade.

After I die, my

“A 100 Places to visit before you die”

“A 100 movies to watch before you die”

“A 100...........................before you die”

books, shall triumphantly outlive

the heart that had rejoiced in their provocatives!

Pastels on paper