Dates on pages

It's funny, looking at artists work date of birth - date of death and date of artwork... I expect them to be dead expect some relevance to date created to say "ahh, just before they died" or "oh, so young and so early in their endeavours" What am I doing? Looking at points in time!? It's something I disliked about researching family history, this summing up by two dates and trying to discern lives from dates on a page Like I can't be figured out until my last page But then... So much is then opened up Being remembered creates new versions of you The impact you had brings meaning lost in your lifetime What floats away with you and what stays? I could totally gloss over my angst, there's time! I'm not even branded angsty, just "self aware" Maybe I could be a character rather than quirky Quirky hasn't really arrived... I should get some definition I feel almost panicked, there isn't much to say: (There was a list, it was too honest so I hit delete) Maybe I'll be better hearing others views I'll leave the epitaph to them In fact I've never agreed with a self assessment of someone else - I'll like them better or worse, it's the nature of it Maybe I shouldn't like myself or I'll become wretched I'll just do my best (when I can - not that striving all the time nonsense) I'm being authentic - I hate winning anything undeserved Maybe I won't win at all, I'll just partake The judging is after my time anyway I'm still the only one in the whole family tree past and present with a university education I could nail that birth and death day already But let's not call it too soon...