Cold Assumption Poem by Matthew Holloway

I guess we are all waiting
To die in honesty, speaking
We build up our lives
Capture memories in hope
Of leaving some sort of legacy
An after show for others
To remember us by
A few will succeed in fact
Leaving behind wealth and property
Others love and memories
A few will fail and become forgotten
What little left behind sold off
Or left to the scrapheap, just gone
As though they were never there
I write sometimes to be remembered
To leave behind a poem or two
So I will not be forgotten
As I expect I may be
Life is tough
No assumption, that's reality