After Life Poem by Michael Fischer
After Life
Soon after the smokescreen clears,
the memories held of us...
our voices, our traits, our faces...
will fade with the setting sun;
Until our existence is reduced...
to merely a thought!
But soon after that's forgotten,
it'll be as if we never existed;
That is...if we ever did!
wicked kool...poetry, keep writing your almost good as me not just kidding.
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5/2/2024 3:04:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Let the philosopher within you live so that we can have more After Life(s) .