So,  how can I be remembered

Long after I die

I left no permanent marker

Nothing tangible to touch

No monuments to say there was I

I accomplished nothing remarkable

No feats to document

So,  how can I be remembered

This perplexing problem

I think I can circumvent

When my body is dead and gone

And in your mind,  I am just a memory

Please read my pile of poems

I put pen to paper

And expressed thoughts about life,  and me

You will find them in my top desk drawer

And when I am dead and gone

The pile of poems is me

I will write no more

Please read my pile of poems

Those words will let you see

That maybe I did do something special

Just so you could

Remember me

 

By J.D. Bardo