you had a name
you had fame
before these walls
were left with
empty halls
you were grand
seemingly taller
yet standing no higher
a perfect posture
your façade
was like a face
no blotches or blemishes
to cover up
pristinely perfect
you had a life
that breathed excitement
with visions
for the future
not ever giving thought
that 1 day
you might be the past
that 1 day
you’d be forgotten
that 1 day
memories would fade
that 1 day
your face
would show the time of age
the image and poem really speak to the passage of time and the legacy we all hope to leave–will our existence leave an indelible mark, or fade with each passing day? Some day we will all have “had a life”-and the reminders of that inevitability are foreshadowed all around us. Thanks for the poem (and the reminder).