Forgotten forever

 

It needs to be said

that when we are dead

our impact on life will fade

as if our foundations had never been laid

 

We will become a distant memory 

that will disappear into eternity

where our presence will be a remote thought

to prove that our lives were really of nought

 

An album might retain a photograph

which for a while might raise a laugh

but soon our face and identity

will speak less of our actual certainty

 

We are all transient souls 

like the embers of burning coals

in life we were vibrant and real

but death has now fixed its seal

 

If there is a place beyond the grave

may some room for us be saved

If oblivion is to be our final goal

those left will still have no answer to the 

 big bang or the black hole