(March 30,1987 / Buffalo, New York)

After Life

Soon after the smokescreen clears,
the memories held of us...
our voices, our traits, our faces...
will fade with the setting sun;
Until our existence is reduced...
to merely a thought!

But soon after that's forgotten,
it'll be as if we never existed;
That is...if we ever did!

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Comments (4)

Let the philosopher within you live so that we can have more After Life(s) .
You philosopher you... neat. t x
wicked kool...poetry, keep writing your almost good as me not just kidding.
Fading into nothingness, so well captured Michael! Cheers Anita