memorabilia and nostalgic trinkets
artwork love notes portraits
furniture made by our father
why do we even bother
keeping those items so close to our heart
The memories of times past
The creations of our art

These things will never last
our loved ones hands immortal
overcoming death a portal
but truly all is ephemeral

as the history books unfurl
our lives like dust in the wind

our material life won’t transcend
in the end it is all just Compost

our past becomes an evaporative ghost
for a new seed to grow and thrive

nothing will survive

Nothing will survive