Remains Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Everyone wants to hold the key, be
masterly, leave some kind of legacy.
A tower of big ben, a mona lisa, a
national anthem. A remember me, look
and see, who I used to be... A legacy.
All my friends,
All my fame,
know, no one will forget my name...
But, It's the nameless face, A
stranger in the middle of no place.
It's the out stretched hand, that
helps another stand. It's the homeless
man on the corner, who passes another
a quarter. It's the one who'll take
the time, without asking for a dime.
It's the one who truly cares, when
your down and out in despair, you
turn around, and their there.
It's the stone, you come across.
That simply says,
(We'll Remember the Loss.)
For here lies a kind and gentle soul,
Who only Wished to be remembered as So...