In this world we live in, we are all mere visitors,
With passing time & thoughts endearing.
For today is just a speck of sand,
In the glass of time,
& the life we have is but a strand,
In a cloth of infinite twine.
The days we spend are fleeting,
& we all must understand…
That in spite of vigor & lust for fame,
We’re just scribbles in the sand.
This world will not remember us…
When we pass away,
But we remember one another,
On this very day.
I need not have my name in stone,
When my bones grow weak.
But for today my name is known,
& that’s enough for me.