WHAT WILL REMAIN?

Is there more to life than life itself

Is flesh and blood all there is to living

Is being and unbeing the end of all

Would there be not a trace left behind?

My life is more than flesh and blood I say

That is not even a quarter of what I am

My thoughts, emotions, memories

Are greater than the flesh and blood in me

My experiences, my memories, the books

The love, the hate, the loss and regret

What will happen to them when I go

Will they be interred with my body, as a set?

Is there a scheme in your control my Lord,

To parcel and preserve this part of me,

So, when the body is no longer in this world

I will live on as if in virtual reality.

Why send men to walk on the moon

Why send pointless rockets to Mars

We need a means to stay beyond our lives

So, we can be alive when we are dead