When We're Just A Recollection

Have you ever simply thought about it

After that last, breath has gone

It's just a cadaver in cold storage

When the last, brush strokes been drawn

We're brought into this world, a conception

A product of love or maybe, only of lust

The whole process is so miraculous

The bottom line, we're made up of water and stardust

A creature comprised, of our genetic predisposition

Suppose it's Mother Nature's bequest

But, through indifference, love or hatred

A sperm and an egg, have coalesced

A helpless, totally dependent being

A gurgle, then beginning to walk

Interacting with their surroundings

A sound, a word, it is the outset of talk

From a babe, a teen to adulthood

Miniscule, in the realm of time

A lifetime of enacting whatever

From the absurd, depressed or sublime

No matter the wealth or notoriety

A life of glitz and glamour or sullen and drab

The morbid, but honest reality is, we're just a memory

We all end up, with a tag on our toe on a slab

In a morgue, there are no personalities

A hearst driver, is the last chaffeur

Irregardless of position or accomplishments

Now, just empty vessels of lives that once were

To the people addicted to power and money

No concerns for others, just deceit and adulterated greed

We all end up with a tag on our toes

No breaths, no thoughts, indeed

So what do we do with our lives when we're here

Enjoy your life and do good, for cadavers have no resurrection

You're no longer anything, you're nothingness

To the living, we're simply a recollection