What will they say?

What will they say of me when I am gone?

An eccentric fool lost in his yesterdays?

A lonely soul locked away in the ancient house

He saved from destruction?

Will someone scavenger through the wastes of my life

The photographs, notes, writings, drawings . . . .

And find some shred of humanity there?

What will they say of me when I am gone?

 

Will our letters be found and read again?

Perhaps some young girl, wide-eyed in awe

Discovering that people really can love

Past the limits of their endurance

Will someone finger your locket

And wind up your music box

To watch the ballerinas turn and sway

To a melody that once had meaning?

 

Will they wonder about the little things?

Two train tickets from Munich to Milan

Blossoms pressed between pages of a Gibran book

A napkin where you blotted your lipstick

And I saved it because it imprinted you indelibly

Will they assign it all to the trash or fire?

And if the smoke of us rises past the stars

Will you gather it up and hold it dear and remember?

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

This caught my eye, and the thoughts evoked held it through to the end. Maybe it's being "of an age", but I guess we all wonder if what has meant so much to us in our lifetime will be regarded as something special after we pass, or merely be deemed to be so much "junk". Still, it's comforting to imagine that a small kernel of a seed we planted will make it past the tines of the plough. :)

A thought provoking write my friend. :)

[DrD]

Thank you Lorena . . . .I think we all come to that point.

[KarinaT]

And those of us who read your writing know that there are many beautiful things to say...

[DrD]

You are most kind, Karina and I am grateful for it.

[KarinaT]

My Father passed away recently - he was a professor of art and artist. I have spent days going through is skethches, letters, papers and other mementos and with a joint sense of grief and joy I have got to know him even better after his passing than I did before. You will be remembered, cherished and even rediscovered though I hope it's a long way in the future. I like your writing far too much :-)

[Sir Jaykom]

very beautiful. The last stanza was my favorite due to the sense of faint but deep admiration for little things - which ties into the picture you used - faint smoke. I enjoyed reading it!

[DrD]

Thanks Sir J. I appreciate your visit and kind words

[J. J. Nightingale]

I wonder who "they" are ..

I go here often myself

Did I really do anything, worth remembering

Will the bits and pieces I held so dear

Remind anyone of any time at all ..

I love the way you remember yesterday, and dream about tomorrow ..

Jazzy xo

[DrD]

Thanks for going there with me, J.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Always .. xo

[Zoelouise]

This is a very beautiful poem, and enjoyable read

[DrD]

Thanks for your visit, Zoe. Come back soon.

[WingsToFly]

Beautiful poem, loved it.

[DrD]

Thank you, Wings.

[Sid]

This is beautiful poem Dr., you have penned all those doubts perfectly and it had me hooked. I'm still young but I can understand these thoughts very well, and the way you have put them into words is just plain brilliant...amazing write Dr.!!

[DrD]

Your comments are always special, Sid. Thank you very much

[Audrey Howitt]

I was so moved by this piece. Being in the back half, I wonder these things and you captured these thoughts so well--just really a brilliant write

[DrD]

Your words are received with great appreciation, Aurora. Thank you.