laying still like so much dust
dying soon like we all must
no goals I have to carry on
the dreams I had are still undone
the things I've done will last for none
I will live in memory
that soon shall die themselves
memories of memories
stories that no one's told
what will be saved
what can't be lost
what we control
cannot presserve
and all of which
we use to be
I work for years to save one piece
to live for me after I leave
lifelesspoet