Thursday, July 22, 2010
What memories will I leave behind
When I leave this planet earth?
No pyramids or opuses,
Or any visible thing of worth!
Yet I may leave something so unseen,
As small as a single house fly.
The descendants of the few I let,
Get away from the swatter’s try.
Maybe I’ll leave just a beetle,
As my legacy to life beyond…
I once plucked his drowning father,
From a stagnate summer pond.