What's Left Poem by M.J. Lemon
What's Left
They say
you can't take it with you
But what's never said is why
because you'll be gone
first
But will you be forgotten?
the silver ring, dresser, desk top
titanium screws, hammer, bolts
ink, computer, even the archway
may become the friends
who are left
who drift away
as you race to fortify the essence
wrapped up by the flesh grime memories
beliefs, religions that define
for far too limited time
Will they remember you?
Speak of you?
Hold court for you?
Will the things that you might
hold feel taste touch protect
detain the next one
running by just to say
You know, that last guy
he didn't really die
So much feeling in this, excellent one dear. Somehow the words create image and scene in my mind. It is beautiful to read this. Well, taking this time to say Sorry for late respond on your comment. Thank u for everything
We will never know. So why worry at all! Just live for the moment only! .....Top score and favourite
A poignant and thought provoking poem, dear Mark! Will people remember us or forget us when we are gone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 2:16:29 PM # 1.0.0
As Daniel Brick would say: Wow! M.J., some people never die. And Daniel's a perfect example. An absolutely amazing poem, my friend!