A blip on the radar
Life is really nothing more
Here today
Gone tomorrow
Always dying in the end
Why is it that we are destined?
We find true love
We live our lives
Endure the pain
The suffering
So many are born
Not yet ready to handle
Becoming headline news
And nothing more
In the end
We all submit
We give in to our age
And we must freefall
Into oblivion
The important thing is
how you are remembered
Will you be only a tombstone?
Or will you be a great parent?
A loyal spouse?
A trustworthy friend?
Life is all about
How you will be remembered
So.
How do YOU want to be remembered?