There are some who want to be remembered,
For generations of mortals who will come.
Some want to be forgotten as the years go by,
They just want their time here to fly.
The ones who want to be remembered,
Are the ones who strive to do much in life.
The ones who wish to be forgotten,
Are the ones who do wrong or nothing in life.
When people wish to leave a lasting legacy,
Their work stretches out to the ends of eternity.
There are those who do not care about legacies,
They do not mind as they squander their destinies.
Do you wish to be remembered,
Like an everlasting Sun or a silver Moon?
Do you really want to be forgotten in time,
Like a bottle of emptied scarlet red wine?
Poet’s Note: Today, marks three months since my father passed away on the 25th June. I miss my father and created a museum in his memory.