Writ in Water

Is it the common fear of man
That one should be forgot?
To shuffle off the mortal coil
And never grace a thought?
To write one’s name upon the sand
And see it wash away?
To fade from the collective mind
With every passing day?
It is the common curse of man
To wonder at our plight,
To try to solve this question here
With every word we write.
‘Remember me,’ our pens, they plead,
‘Lest I should be forgot;
I ask of you to follow through
And give me what I’ve sought.
When I have gone, you’ll carry on
My name and memory;
Then I shall break that wicked curse,
Here to eternity.’

written April 23, 2020