What Shall Become Of The Words When I Am Gone Poem by Not Long Left

all things must pass,
that i know,
nothing forever lasts,
how short are lives,
they come and go,
like the forming,
and the melting
of winters snow.
when my blood fails to flow,
my eyes forever stare,
when my body retires,
and with my soul,
no longer there.
after the tears have dried,
and the flowers have died,
when the earth has settled,
and the stone has its words,
what then,
shall remain,
individual mixed memories,
photo's in a book coated with dust.
and my words,
my life story in black and white,
stored in a suitcase,
alone,
forgot,
unread.
dead to everyone,
just words,
on paper,
as worthless.
as the flowers left each year,
and the single tear,
shed.
yet i shall write on,
for as long as my
mind and eyes mirrors the sights,
they see,
and not for anyone else but me.