Just A Memory
Where do we go; when this life ends;
do we dissolve; like all of our trash;
or, are we the compost; that descends;
as our flesh is converted to ash?
What is the difference; one to the next;
does consciousness last for infinity;
our future; beyond death; has us perplexed;
am I destined to become just a memory?
Memories are consciousness; ever flowing;
comprised of words and pictures;
words; we’re told; are forever ongoing;
at least; according to Scriptures.
I remember my life as a short, little boy;
looking back; my youth was fleeting;
I can’t even recall my most favorite toy;
is such history; even worth repeating?
Many life events, at the time, seem dramatic;
for a moment; some seem almost divine;
for a season; their effect appears most emphatic;
till it fades, then becoming more sublime.
Memories are paragraphs in the Book Of Life;
often they cover less than a chapter;
they’re accounts of love, sorrows, and strife;
and promises of happily ever after.
I still recall memories of both conflicts and hate;
such thoughts are destined for infamy;
but, only to love; must God’s children relate;
or, in death; we become just a memory.
Monty 4/17/24. # 2,073