A hundred years from now, I will be dead
And of all my body, including my head
Nothing will be left, except just,
Perhaps a very small pile of dust.
But somewhere deep inside the hope is there
That some of my thoughts, some of my care
some of my spirit, some of my inspiration
will still be alive, moving a new generation
A hundred years from now, also you,
You will be dead like me, too
I hope that also your spirit lives on
In many generations to come
A hundred years away,
We’ll be dead, yes, you and me
but our kindnesses of today
will be still alive, they’ll still be.
In 100 years time I hope people will still be reading your lovely poems. This one is not spooky but fact.
We are remembered by others by our words and deeds. Our spirit ages with experience, death and rebirth. Good writte.
A desire for eternity through deeds is sacred one. It's a lovely poem penned passionately. The rhyme scheme adds to its flow and simplicity. Our care and thoughts for humanity defeat Time, it's true.
Maybe a second after or few days after my soul wont belong to this body I maybe will not have to wait thousand years to be a dust if you see my my body we know it will gone, a must and if you can see my soul, no you cant see still dead or alive, if my soul living in your heart it will keep survive, i will survive so then i will give away my love my thoughts and my all for you so i do alive in anyone even a second later of thousand years sooner life will meet it continuity after and love will always heal emptiness Just like moving river, my dear_Soul
Really, we live in deeds, not in years. Loved this write very much.
Yes, we may not be able to turn the course of the world. Yet we can influence people through our words and deeds in our own little way! After a hundred years, if at all we are remembered, let it be through our good words and deeds! ! A beautiful write Aufie! !
We all leave our mark, no matter how small - what is important is that it is beneficial and not detrimental to mankind. Very good write Aufie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pen is mightier than the sword.. Wise words will stay..twinkling beautifully, like stars in a clear night sky, a guidance for all who seek them. Let each soul add a star to this sky... For I notice..still so much emptiness up there, Together we do, before we die. SS