I May Not Be A Memory In Anybody's Mind... Poem by david lessard

I may not be a memory in anybody's mind -
I may not exist for anybody else, but what the hell -
I have thoughts and dreams that I can muster up -
and the books I read and the music I like are swell -

Narcissist, is that what you just called me?
You think I love myself and just myself alone?
You think I cannot pass a mirror without primping?
You think my life is something for which i must atone?

Just who are you to say that I am what I am?
Just let me know what makes you think your right -
I have some faults like any other human being -
But i have no trouble sleeping through the night.

Live and let live, that's my heart-felt motto -
Do unto others as they would do unto you -
The Golden Rule is not so hard to follow -
You do not have to be the chosen or the few.

I may not be a treasure in someone's closet -
And I may not be a thing, worth it's weight in gold -
But I have souvenirs that bear repeating -
To recollect and reflect on, when I grow old.

I may not be a memory in anybody's mind -
But life for me has been a bloodied time -
I will hold fast to what means most to me -
A love, of life itself, and hills still yet to climb.