Yess, I am Socrates; the Father of Western Philosophy
I am not died, I am not murdered
I am alive in your minds n thoughts
But what happened to you.? ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!