What Will Come Of My Name?
Two thousand and seventeen years
Sounds like forever, yet
Is but a drop in the sea of time.
Twenty years
Everything I’ve ever known, yet
Is but a drop in the sea of time.
After I’ve come
After I’ve gone
What will come of my name?
Time has been
Time will be
I will be remembered.
And in the two thousand sixteenth year
A determination was made
I will be remembered.
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