Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

Why Do We Need Now To Be Remembered


WHY DO WE NEED NOW TO BE REMEMBERED

Why do we need now to be remembered
When we will not know this?
Why do we want so much
To be thought of
After we have disappeared?
What is this need in us to continue to be
In the minds of others
When we will not be here anymore?

Heaven is for the Good,
But Poets want Immortality
On Earth.

Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2009

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  • Janell Cressman (8/27/2009 10:36:00 PM)

    this is kind of funny to me because I was just thinking about this very point yesterday,
    what does it matter if we are remembered, if we were loved on earth by family and friends that should be enough, shouldn't it? ? ? ? I think so.
    Anyway Amazingly written poem! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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