When you and I are dead <br />a generation down. <br />They will think about us <br />and for a time will try <br />to understand what <br />moved us in our day <br /> <br />When we are the <br />Late Lamented <br />another generation down. <br />Some will still think about us <br />what we liked and loved and said <br /> <br />When the minds <br />that hold the memory <br />of you, and I, and now, <br />are themselves <br />held in the memory <br />of Dear Departed minds <br /> <br />When we are the smaller part <br />of shadows or of smoke. <br />Will we matter <br />more or less <br />when we simply <br />matter be <br /> <br />or will we matter <br />any less than <br />had we never been<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-minds-that-hold-the-memory-of-you-and-i-and-now/
