Y/ Dead or alive
A hundred years from now, I will be dead
And of all my body, including my head
Nothing will be left, except just,
Perhaps a very small pile of dust.
But somewhere deep inside the hope is there
That some of my thoughts, some of my care
some of my spirit, some of my inspiration
will still be alive, moving a new generation
A hundred years from now, also you,
You will be dead like me, too
I hope that also your spirit lives on
In many generations to come
A hundred years away,
We’ll be dead, yes, you and me
but our kindnesses of today
will be still alive, they’ll still be.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
I thought then it was too eerie to post it.
Reading it back today, it felt a bit less spooky.
Just how I felt few weeks ago.
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