Almost everyone thinks, they will be remembered forever,
has the thought ever came into your mind,
in reality, each of us are like a rain drop in the ocean,
over the history of time.
We are currently traveling, through the year two thousand three,
imagine how many people have crossed this earth,
starting back in the years, before B.C.
We have heard the statement, the power of the pen,
the only people remembered, for thousands of years,
wrote down their thoughts, and visions, that came from within.
It does not matter how hard you work,
or how many words you know, or say, for almost everyone,
will never be remembered in history, in any special way.
Next time the clouds start dropping rain,
think of how many people, have passed your way,
take time, write about your thoughts, and visions,
you might be remembered, in history someday.
08/01/2003 A.D.
Nice poem. Thats very true. We should just write and forget about being remembered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
History is funny even if you remembered, it won't necessarily be the way you want. Truths are rewritten to benefit some and to hurt others.. A political spin, destroyed vision. The mind altering incision. Tell me now is that the way you remember it? Excellent thought provoking poem.