Once here
Now dead & gone
“What am I known for, this time round?”
I exist
Only as a memory now
A memory that fades
Over time
“Who will remember me
When I am gone?”

No one
Knew me
Yet
People will say
They knew me
So well!
A laugh!
How often people 'think'
they are experts!
Yet
Really
They know
Nothing
At all!

“How well did you know the inside of me?”
For
if I was to ask...
“What is my favourite colour?”
Or
“What’s my favourite song?”
I listen
For answers...
None come!

“What’s my favourite food to eat?”
Complete silence...
I could hear a pin drop
Round...about...now!
“Do these questions
Fall upon deaf ears?”
For I ask...
“Who truly knew me?”
“What Am I known for?”
“Who will remember me
When I am dead & gone?"