These poems

I choose not to dwell in uncertain riches,
Where you plant and others reap
Where your wife
A traveller may inherit.
But memories are forever.
For i have read
Books that were written
Ages before my being
And even now,
I remember
Names of authors i didn’t meet.
With impacts too real to be forgotten,
We will be remembered!
For these poems
By people who use the pages
To seek love from potential,
To honour the memories of loved ones,
And they borrow your words.
These poems will not forget us!
They will live in the memories of others,
When we are gone.

Bose