Too Much

I live too much in my head.
When I am dead
These words here said
May moulder in bookcases.

I hope they will be read
By those who’s faces
Are healthy with the glow
Produced by England’s country air.

When I go
Why should I care?
For I will not know
Whether it be so …

Some leave institutions behind.
I shall leave a piece of my mind
To be read
When I am dead
(or not as the case may be)!

It amuses me
To think what others may see
In scribbles left behind
By one who lived too much in his own mind.


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