Some want to be remembered
for all their earthly stay
To be thought of with fondness
and revered along the way
To create some pyramid of being
that lasts throughout Earth’s days
And at dusk to be remembered,
to be emulated, to be praised.
Others live as if they haven’t lived
or loved or laughed or cried
Others live as if there were no journey
proceeding the earthly ride
Others live to leave no trace
it’s erasure that they seek
To live and love and then be gone
forgotten and at peace.
One question remains for
young one, poor, rich one, old,
As the winds in the desert erase
the footprints of sand
Do the winds of a life erase
the footprints of the soul?
S.K. Lindeman