Remember Me

Remember Me

What I imagine I will be remembered by
is probably in the past, my present more taken up by
remembering than by doing.
That energy to create a life seems worn out
so that rising and sorting piles of papers
seems an Everest to scale.

Who knew that we would wear out, too.
Prefer our deskchairs to the dance floor,
our own tables to the favorite gathering place?
We have dulled to pewter,
finest silver that we once were.

Once hatless, ratted and curled,
now we shield ourselves from the sun
with wider brims,
celebrate midnight in solitude,
go the way of civilizations
headed toward their end.

Today’s prompt: Don’t You Forget About Me: Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.

11 thoughts on “Remember Me

  1. Marilyn Armstrong

    I remember back in Israel sitting on the remaining wall of a Crusader castle, wondering where they’d all gone and thinking how sure they were that with all that stonework, they’d be remembered forever. Then thinking in another 600 years or so, I’d wouldn’t even be a stone wall to sit on.


    1. lifelessons Post author

      Aw, thanks Olga..That is sweet of you. I was afraid this poem was a bit depressing, but I guess all of life is not cheer and tomorrow I’ll probably feel a surge of energy again. Most of what poetry is is just to capture the moment if not always universal truths!

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