Weeping Willow

What would people do
If today they heard I died
Would they let out their emotions
Or keep them locked inside

Would I be loved while 6 feet under
Or forgotten hurriedly
If in 20 years my name was said
Would they remember me

Would they think nice things of me
Have great stories to tell
Would they soon be so unsure
Of someone they once knew all too well

Would I be in someone’s heart
For having done a good deed
Would many Kleenexes be bought
Or would there be no need

Would I be known for good things
Instead of times I’ve lied
Would anybody care at all
If today was the day I died