1st to last be such a trip,

A wild ride through memories flip,

But then you see we arrive at the door

At which we pass-through,

To never more!

Does it matter much?

Or matter not!

The trail we leave, or weave if you will,

Is for those who admire

And think of you well…

So there your life sits…

On Eternity’s… shelf!

Awaiting reuse Muahahahah….

By someone else???