Who wouldn’t mind being remembered?
It’s not the same as wanting fame –
Naiveté’s vanity its other name.
Who wouldn’t mind some impact?
An itch to reach out
Maybe teach, knowing one knows so little –
Naught at all – We are so small.
But art is there,
And impulse wants from within wants out,
Shouts quietly with word
When you yourself have disappeared.
Who Wouldn’t Mind Being Remembered? 8.16.2017
Birth, Death & In Between II;
Arlene Corwin
