Naught Is Eternal Poem by Matthew Holloway

Naught it eternal, but the teachings we leave
The memories of others, those stories
The tales of a life once passed away
Still, still remembered beyond that final day
That we taught to others and that we wrote
A history of thought and written word kept
Alive, alive, alive we are beyond death
Not eternal, yet not ever gone away
The wealth and trappings it bought
Fall to dust and nothingness
But a kind word often said
A kind word often said
A loving hand often held
will be remembered
Naught is ever eternal
But the hope to be remembered