To Remember All pride and borrowed greatness must end, Illusions of being irreplaceable pretend. We often float on ego, light as air, Forgetting salutes rise from need, not care.
When purpose fades, so do the crowds— A silent law, quietly allowed. To leave our footprints is a common belief, To carve a niche offers momentary relief. Yet sooner or later we vanish from sight, Lost in anonymity, day turns to night Among relatives, friends, once close and dear, Even our names no longer appear. However precious, the dead lie in mortuaries cold, Unwanted in mansions adorned with gold. Genuine tears soon learn to dry, For endless weeping asks too high a price. A month, some years—then memories blur, Regret softens, emotions deter. Loved ones rest, affection grows still, Cherished moments remembered at will. Life resumes its ordinary way, Grief prolonged helps none, they say. Even close kin miss less with time, Prayers remain—faith’s gentle rhyme. Graves and niches preserve the dead, Stirring emotions, sentiments said. Charity, awards, books, photos, fame— Monuments whisper life’s fragile flame. Nothing restores what time has swept; Acceptance heals where sorrow wept. The rich and famous dream of the same— Immortality’s comforting name. Yet faith and prayer alone console, The truest balm to soothe the soul. Grief touches children the longest span, Then fades like footprints washed by sand. What we adore and guard as treasure Rarely survives beyond one measure. “Once upon a time,” the stories say, Of greatness, glory—now far away. Even the rose, so fragrant and fair, Loses its scent in thinning air. The greatest live in archives and lore, Their stories revived—but only some more. Names once precious, now unknown, Rituals and reverence long overthrown. Nelson Lopes Chinchinim Nelson Lopes Chinchinim https://lopesnelsonnat.wordpress.com
