What will happen after I am gone? Except these words written, will anything that I have said or done live on? Nothing lasts forever. Yet some things never end. From that which I came, shall I return. No one here can actually feel my pain. These steps that I take. Those moves that I have made. All can be mirrored by others, but will never be the same. That which is mine is mine alone. Who among you can live for me? Nor can I die for you, this l know is true. For everything there is a season. Some things planted once rise over and again. All my deeds done, good or bad, I shall atone for at my end. What will happen after I am gone? Will  that I have written matter enough to live on? There is nothing new under the sun...

Under The Sun©
EdwinBrown9®™
1/14/16