Time holds memories that never end.
Time continues even when you
have come to your end.
This short window, we call our lifespan
may have landed you riches and fame.
What did the memories say about you?
Was your time here, time well spent?
What time does is carry the memories
over to the next seed we did plant.
What will your children say about you
as time passes on?
I am not here to say
you have done anything wrong.
Remember that what you do
will be the memories you pass along.
Hope you make time
so your seed will never say
he or she was just a fool.
Copyright C Susan Wall 4-21-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is an excellent poem