Walking Over Me...Never Knowing Poem by Scarlett Treat

They walk over me,
Never Knowing that I
Lived - -
And died...

And that my body
Has blessed the earth
By becoming food - -
For the worms,

But that my soul
Lives on, soaring free,
Reminding those left
To listen to me,

To remember what I said,
To drag out all those words I spoke,
Words of wisdom, or a Joke
Which made them laugh!

For all that is left of me...
Is a faded photograph,
And the memories of what I said
Written to be treasured and to last.

Scarlett Treat
December 29,2008