You won't remember who you were <br /> <br />On some inviolate shore, <br /> <br />Or who your friends and loved ones were- <br /> <br />Before death closed the door. <br /> <br /> <br />But if you were the same as now, <br /> <br />Some hope you'll hold begotten, <br /> <br />That love in all its myriad forms <br /> <br />Can not all go forgotten.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-some-inviolate-shore/
