A Memory
I am but another memory,
Prone to fade away,
For what on this earth is immortal?
Rocks wither into dust,
Seas shrink to nothingness,
Love for what was wisps off;
Not a scar to show.
Born and told to be great,
I am not.
Petty is it to think one will leave his footsteps in the sand,
Without the tide to wash it away.
So I ask you now,
Don't waste time on me,
For I will indeed parish as all life does.
Never worth more than a brief walk on the beach,
A slight tremor in your heart,
Known to inevitably fade into the distance,
I vanish.
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