No one wants to be forgotten,
Vanishing into the foggish
Memory of misbegottens,
Tapering to miniscule
Fragments of frenetic thought
Oxidizing into rust.
Large in life, behemoth that
you are
In lavish local lore,
Can’t imagine that your
memory could
Fade into the night to
Nothing but a radar blip
Scarcely noticed to trained
eyes.
Much more frightening than
dying,
So much angst to toss about,
Think about,
Talk about,
Howl and whine and shout
about.
Will history and legacy be
filled with fact
Or lined with lies?
Though the thought be
bittersweet,
Kind, unkind, unjust.
Someone please remember when
my
Aging bones return to dust.
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