Memory

So comes the day when I become a memory When the steps I took on this earth shall seem to have never existed The days when reference with my name is added with ‘was’ Moments when the very being of me is but a mere thought And my physical presence fades like old paint on a wall I know the journey from the cradle to the grave is but a heartbeat away As I take that journey regardless of choice, reason or decision Knowing that each steps brings me closer to becoming a moment in history For I may be gone, but I shall not be forgotten As the memory of me shall become ‘here today, gone tomorrow’