What Will Come Of My Name?

Mon, 01/16/2017 - 23:23 -- tbank

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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This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

tbank

It is now 2017 and although two thousand seventeen years seems like such a long time, it really is just a blip on the expanse of time. I have only been alive for twenty years and I feel like I'm getting old, yet my whole life is an even smaller fraction of all time. So much has happened in the past and so much will happen in the future, so how can I make my mark? This year, I have decided I don't want to just be another person in the crowd. I want to stand out, make my mark, and be remembered after I'm gone.

 

Thank you Power Poetry.

 

Tyler

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