How will I be remembered?
Like a poem writing dreams?
Like a monster plotting schemes?
How will I be remembered?
Like a cool summer night?
Or a harsh winter fight?
Like a gentle falling rain?
Or a heart-wrenching pain?
I want to know!
How will I be remembered?!
A person stiff with fright?
Or the one who stands and fights?
How will I be remembered?
I ask myself that everyday. I loved this. It flows beautifully.