To Be Remembered
What greater horror for most humans,
Than to be forgotten;
Each of us, it seems, have this desire,
To be remembered.
Our Spirit lives on in the memories of
others,
Our bodies can die at any stage;
We are re-incarnated by our legend, we
hope,
At least a memory can go beyond our age.
Skating on the edge of oblivion,
We fear our mortality;
Our relief is our hope,
To be remembered.
History is mad of these Spirits,
They have briefly found a reprieve;
To soon we too will be forgotten,
Then our spirit takes its final leave.
Each moment impacts upon the next,
The next will do the same;
The memory of our ancestors,
Impacts us, even if we forget their
names.
Our poems and art, sculpture in stone,
Will eventually wither into its own end;
All that we remember, has as it’s essence: no-thing.
All memories are not the thing.
So when forging life so as to be
remembered,
Take care on your impact onto the moment;
It is these repercussions that will
impact how we are remembered,
Not just some thought remembered in some
mind.