WON'T it be curious when I am dead; <br />Some one, unknown to me, here in my stead? <br />Curious surely for others to see <br />Trifles I made or marred outlasting me; <br />All my possessions - bracelets and rings, <br />Young and unaltered like immortal things <br /> <br />Young and unaltered, always the same <br />Changeless the lamp though we blow out the flame.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/won-t-it-be-curious/
