When I'm Gone

My friends are always there for me,
but what about,
when I’m gone?

Do they forget about me,
and are glad,
when I’m gone?

Do they miss me,
and are sad,
when I’m gone?

Do they laugh at me
and make jokes,
when I’m gone?

Do they talk about me,
and laugh,
when I’m gone?

This year we lost a friend,
and we miss him,
now that he’s gone.

I know he’s not here,
but we still care,
even though he’s gone.

Now I wonder what will happen,
and how things will be,
when I’m gone.

I try to make a good impression,
so I will be remembered,
when I’m gone.

The time we have now is precious,
and we must use it wisely,
before it’s gone.