I Want To Be Remembered Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Blowing storm can be forgotten effortlessly
Mountain of sand in the wasteland appears and disappears in no time
Throbbing can be erased by delight
A flash lights everything on its way and shortly all turn out inky
But a scar sticks with you up to the end.

The thunderous tone can be heard by countless
But for how long they can detect its logic?
The hardest thing is to enlighten populace what they don’t fancy to hear.
They are careless no matter how significant it is
But the reality is always reality.

History is all we embrace for the past and the future
Memories are stories of lives
Names are virtue to most of people
The company of your past last awaiting the end
Who is going to enjoy your stories?

Recall is a chance to prove the difference
Change is the goal of growth
Hint disclose the suggestion
The precedent predicts the brighter potential
Choice is charity of our lifetime.

As the sun shines, the reality never hides.
It will be revealed to all homelands
My name will rise and shine?
I pray to stars and the sky to help me, because
I want to be remembered.