After Life

The After Life'

Just a thought!

Your life has gone unnoticed , no statues in it's wake,

Only empty words and fading memories, for any one to take.

Even names are changed and rearranged after we are gone,

Our treasures sold at yard sales, ashes scattered on the lawn.

Anything that didn't sell gets hauled off in a pile,

Flying across a trash dump, is your last remaining file.

If your worried "past existence," and your trinkets are an issue...

Get a lawyer, make a will...You better take it with you!

    by Barry Anderson

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"The After Life"