Remix

 Remembrance Remix

Not all poems are loved,

many are not noticed at all.

The same goes for people,

and even those noticed

are sometimes not remembered,

not as we would prefer.

Some poems are 

not allowed to grow old, 

tossed in a box,

burned in a fire,

left on a desk.

Not all people grow old,

some get the box,

others the fire,

or both. 

In truth, poems and people,

all merit and need attention.

lest they become shadows 

of what or who they were.

Lost.

Empty.

Starved.

Forgotten, except in our memories,

in the stories we tell of them,

in the words and nuances we recall.

So, add a comma, or take one out,

but always, always add a remembrance.

Then they’ll live forever.