Ashes In The Wind Poem by Matthew Holloway

A tomorrow shall come
When none of us remain
The burials and funeral pyres
Long since forgotten
The earth reclaimed
By grass and flower
And tears long since dried
Are silent like the stories
We once were part of
We were as we were meant to be
We lived our lives, died
Some will reach for immortality
To leave a mark upon the world
To say yes I was here once
Oh the artists and architects
How hard they work their craft
And perhaps someday in the future
People will talk of them
Perhaps fondly perhaps not
But they shall then be more
Than just ashes in the wind