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TITLE (EDIT)
Epitaph |
DESCRIPTION
Why are we here and who will remember?
[164 words] |
AUTHOR
Arthur Henry Isaacson |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Engineer, Businessman. Father,Husband, Friend, Lover. Hobbies; Piano, writing, photography.
[August 2000] |
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (9)
After Love (Poetry) Sharing a bed with someone that no longer loves you. [121 words]
Begin Again (Poetry) Taking a new direction in life. [312 words]
First Time (Poetry) First Lovemaking [41 words]
Free At Last (Poetry) The agony of divorce or separation. There are no easy answers. Nothing is black and white. [80 words]
I May Not Be (Poetry) Examination of Perception of Existence. [140 words]
In A Cardboard Box (Poetry) Memories stored away but not discarded. [111 words]
New York 91101 (Poetry) Aftermath of World Trade Towers Attack. [106 words]
The War Within (Poetry) The emotional struggle of deciding to abort and its aftermath. [156 words]
Tomorrows (Poetry) After the World Trade Towers attack. [162 words]
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Epitaph
Arthur Henry Isaacson
When from this world I take my leave
When from your sight I’ve gone
What will be the mark I’ve left?
That survives my moving on
There are no books that hold my words
My wisdom’s not enshrined
No monuments of stone or steel
My essence has defined
No signs to show the dreams I had
This traveler on his way
Or of the time I’ve wasted though,
I knew I couldn’t stay
What will be my sum of breath?
My work and yes, my play
What will remain of permanence?
To show I passed this way
What difference have I made by living?
By using time and space
Where in this vast eternal stream
Will I find my proper place?
How much of me will time preserve?
What memories will remain?
Who will I be when you recall?
Or will you try, in vain?
When you are all around my grave
This life for me then ended
When in my ship about to sail
Into earth’s care I’m tendered
Remember please that once I lived
And loved and cared and played
And each of you I carry on
Though to my rest I’m laid
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 2000 Arthur Henry Isaacson |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
December 2000 |
NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED
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