Remembering
What is it worth?
Twenty-one shots,
A bench,
In a park,
Were you used to sit and watch the crows on those cold grey march mornings,
Or perhaps a tree if you're lucky,
Birch, elm,
What would it mater to you?
Nothing,
You are gone,
Save, perhaps, in the minds of others,
The people you left behind,
So let them remember,
And remember you well,
No tomb shall mark your resting place,
Be free and alive in the mind of another,
And when they must leave also,
Let them be heard, remembered,
And so the life and soul shall be held,
In a mind, within a mind, for ever and always,
And so, now, remember,
And let a world of minds live on.
Enclosed, eternal.