Memory's a counteractant for death.
Each affection recalled doesn't completely kick the bucket.
Perhaps one figures friends and family will review
One's penance saved in custom,
Recovered by more than meets the covered eye.
In reverence do the fallen draw their breath.
All, then, have a stake in memory,
Living in the praiseworthy expectation due.
Passing could all decimate, yet all the same all
Act with their posthumous lives in view,
However yearning to be adored in universes to be.
Thank you a lot for reading my poem.
I hope you like my poem. Your encouragement means the world to me.
About the Creator
Noha Aji
I love writing because I can express my thoughts and feelings in a beautiful way. Writing is sounds we pronounce through our hands from the depths of our hearts.
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