Those we remember throughout the generations
a short poem (short is good!)
Those we remember
throughout the generations
either killed
untold numbers of souls,
or to the contrary,
touched and healed
untold numbers of souls.
Those of us struggling
to accept our daily good
and reject ever-available evil
can comfort ourselves
that we may not be
remembered
but we also are not
pillaging, philandering,
megalomaniac absurdities.
Would that we long
for the opposite life,
one that grows as it dies.

“One that grows as it dies”
So beautiful, Joy!
Yes ♥️