BORN, DIE, FORGOTTEN
It is an amazing thing to be born, a gift of life,
Mind and heart together tell a life's tale.
Created we are by another two we learn to love,
We grow to be men and women, childhood a memory.
As we age, sickness, injury, maybe an accident
Will take us,
Guaranteed, something will end our time in this
crazy place.
What bothers me is that eventually we will be
Forgotten,
There will at some moment be no one who thinks of
or remembers me.
Keith Garrett
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Well said Keith. Your poem captures the humbling parts of life.
Thank you again.
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On Tue, Feb 23, 2021 at 8:19 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Maybe, nobody will remember your name, but what you do in your lifetime will surely, last on, the differences we made in this world will keep on getting passed into eternity, and even if eventually people forget who we were, we are still, exerting that difference in the world.
Thank you for your thoughts.
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On Tue, Feb 23, 2021 at 10:03 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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