Memento Mori

One of these days

all our heroes will die

We’ll all be left alone

without hope of survival

It’s a magical thing this death

How it’s an inevitability

Like the nihilist in me sheds no tears

but the human side cries

I hate to think that someday

everyone who will ever

carry on my name

will turn to dust and fade away

Everyone who knew me

or knew of me

or heard of me through the grapevine

will lose their sense of meaning

when the last one of us goes

Ever Adolph Hitler

or Mahatma Ghandi will be forgotten

some day

Just another page in the history books

to be turned over

as its timeless echo dissipates

and a new sound forms

These kinds of things keep me human

for it gives me hope that

all things die

time goes on forever

and forever new things will live

as our names are branded

in history’s graveyard

to be forgotten forever throughout the ages