Remember Me Poem by Ben Littlechild

How will I be remembered?
From January to December
Memory of me like a photograph fades
The light of my life lived turns to shade

No children to take me onward
No generations to come
Death of my history within a single heartbeat lost
Soul lost forever with little cost.

The writings I make lost in fire
The paper rots in human mire
The emotions shared returns to nothingness
The mark made by my soul is left to histories blackness.