Once Here Now Dead

Once here Now dead & gone “What am I known for, this time round?” I exist only as a memory now A memory that fades, over time “Who will remember me, when I am gone?” No one knew me Yet people will say they knew me, so well! A laugh, how often people think “they are experts” Yet, really Know nothing at all! “How well did you know the inside of me?” For, if I was to ask... “What is my favourite colour?” Or, “what’s my favourite song?” I listen for answers...none come “What’s my favourite food to eat?” Complete silence... I could hear a pin drop Round...about...now! “Do these questions fall upon deaf ears?” For I ask... “Who truly knew me?” “What am I known for?” “Who will remember me?” When I am dead & gone