Epitaph
My thoughts have wandered forward now,
To a time we don't yet know,
A hundred years or more ahead,
To a place we all must go,
I'm wondering will we be remembered then,
By some distant relative there,
What image of us will appear in their minds,
When their lips form our name in a prayer ?
If per chance they visit our grave,
I hope the script is legibly clear,
And maybe they might call back again,
On our parting date each year,
It's hard to imagine when there's blood in our veins,
And our skin not faded to bone,
When our names are still living beings,
Not yet carved on a marble stone,
We can but hope that someone will come,
And maybe even bring some flowers,
To pay respects to their unknown relations,
As we nowadays do for ours,
As for me....neither praise or scorn me,
Just because I'm a long time dead,
My only request is for a simple prayer,
Then walk away quietly instead.
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
I hope the world always respect departed relatives.
Comments (8)
What image of us will appear in their minds… The loving spirits of all those I know and love remain with me, though many are no longer alive. So, I hope that could be said of me, as well, not only as an Epitaph but also while our names are still living beings, Not yet carved on a marble stone. Thanks for sharing.
Regards.......Mick.
No one more welcome,
Mick.