THE CHILDREN OF MY CHILDREN

THE CHILDREN OF MY CHILDREN

What happens to me now, what happens when I go...
What shall become of the things that I now know...
Memories left behind remain, but not for me...
Left to others minds, are my memories, theirs to see...

I shall leave no trace, and I will know no way...
To correct the things that I had once remembered, used to say...
Some of those forget, some remember in their minds...
But lose the way things happened, in the years that now unwind...

For things that I know now, before I travel on...
Are sweet to me, in memory, but when I'm gone, they're gone...
Stories will be told of me to children, in their youth...
About the times I lived, the ways I loved, but not quite truth...

Truth as they knew me, exact within their years...
Though I will be but as the mist, the rain, the heart, the tears...
So do I just fade with time, do others not recall...
To tell the children of my children, thoughts of me at all?...

I'll pass, remembered by the ones I know, who knew me best...
I'll pass by others sometimes, forgotten by the rest...
Tradition, that I followed, the time that knew my voice...
A million tears I've swallowed I suppose there is no choice...

What happens to my essence, the things I used to be...
Will children of my children, see the colors that were me...
Will days be spent with me in mind, or lost be my remains...
Will future generations know a story, with my name?...

Shall I be just lost in time, to words upon some pages...
That I have written, such as these, yellowed with the ages...
And if unread, is my voice unheard as well...
What happens to my memories then, it's hard for me to tell...

Tell then what things were like, and how I saw the world...
The things I told my family, the way I loved a girl...
Will pictures left of me, can they show my true emotion...
Will the smile upon my face, reveal my true devotion...

Where shall I end up, in some frame upon a shelf?...
No one knowing how the man had truly seen himself...
A man who loved with heart, that tried to show the care...
Can it show in half smiles on the frozen image there?...

So, what happens to me now what happens when I go...
Will the places that I've gone, be the places that I know...
Can people and the places left behind still think of me...
Or will the memory of what I was fade to eternity...

Shall I look out of a window, high above, and proud...
Alone inside my world, within a city in the clouds...
Tell me what you think my friend, before we say goodbye...
And I will rest much easier, to know that you and I...

Know that when I'm gone, you will keep me here with you...
And so, tell the children of my children, when you do...
Tell them of my love for them, in case I have no time...
So the children of my children, keep me forever in their minds....


dean evans 10-06-08