Will i be forgotten?
When my pen no longer bleeds
from a heart, drumming
the rhythms of love and passions
will i be forgotten?
When the world no longer needs
and among men, peace and progress
will i be forgotten?
When the drumming suddenly stops
or fade slowly into absolute reticence
and my voice
buried under the noise of change
will i be forgotten?
Or not remembered at all
for when a child leaves the womb
he remembers not what it looked like
though i ask
i'm less concerned
for tomorrow will take care of itself.
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