Time Capsule

 

Time Capsule

© by Bud Lemire on July 28, 2022

In two hundred years or more, nobody will know me

I wonder if anyone will ask, “who was she?”

When they look at my grave

Will they rant or will they rave

Will they wonder, about the life I lead

Or ignore me, and walk by my cemetery bed

I wonder if I made a Time Capsule, and buried it somewhere

Would they be interested, or would they even care

I'm sure if a relative, was doing our family tree

And they stumbled upon me, in their genealogy

They might wonder who I could be

And want to know, a little more about me

I'd be living my life, in the spirit world at that time

They'd be living their life, and be in their prime

Do you ever walk through the Cemetery

And wonder who the people are that they bury

Some names are familiar, some are unknown

Dates of their births and deaths, are always shown

Someone put flowers, right by that stone

Even though by now, they are all bone

In Two Hundred years or more, will anyone wonder who I am

Will they look at my grave and think “who were you Ma'am?”

I often wonder, if I am the only one who walks through

the cemetery, wondering about all the people who have

passed and are buried there. Who were they? I remember

not long ago someone posting something and it said

“just think, in 200 years from now, nobody will

know who you are.” I love the feeling that people

do know me. Even if not personally.