What will folks think of me …

Long after I've gone.
....

Will I be like a snowflake,
that so quickly melts away?

.. I fear .. not so much, as like a moment
that's held dear to …

........ Nor even the breath of a memory ..

To be remembered and cherished.

.. I ask myself this, who am I to be ..
So fondly remembered?

Meat and bones a voice tells me ..
Just meat and bones …

I lie here now like an oily grease stain,
that...