Thirty years from now <br />no one will know the colour <br />of your eyes the car your drove <br />and the sound of your voice <br />or the house you lived in <br />Even the times you swore <br />you denied bread <br />to the outstretched arms <br />milk to the baby <br />wine to the wise <br />and love to the unloved. <br /> <br />Unless <br /> <br />you make a mark of man <br />in the footsteps to the temple <br />where lives an invisible being <br />resplendent in mercy <br />forgiving <br />and infallible to all <br />and accept <br />that your own universe <br />was crafted by this creator <br />with your name <br />scrawled in calligraphy <br />on a special page with your name <br />and number embossed <br />b? <br />d? <br />who am I? <br />What should I do? <br />to leave behind the best of Me? <br /> <br />Author Notes <br />Recognise this reflection? <br />© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.<br /><br />Marshall Gass<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thirty-years-from-now/
