Excellent Deep thoughts-free style Edge of Eternity by justjo66

Standing on the edge of eternity In a blink I'll be gone The hole that death creates Will fill again with life Like the cemetery mound Slowly recedes back to wild flowers So with passing time the memory fades Will my great grandchildren remember my name? Will they ever question who I became? Time keeps on ticking away Grave stones with long lost names Birthdate-Day of Death; with a dash in between. Recognized Author Notes The picture is looking out my backdoor at a glorious Texas sunset. I think it is sad but true. Most of us are not remembered beyond the third generation. I don't know my great grandparents names or anything about them. Now that I'm older I wish I had asked my grandparents about themselves and their parents. Too late.

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