It won’t be long till I’m just a memory.
Hopefully one that doesn’t fade fast.
I’ve tried to make my mark in life.
Making contributions I think will last.

But that’s for other people to judge.
I might not be etched in their mind.
But a passing thought now and then.
Would show that I’d been kind.

I’ll just be a name in an age-old census.
I might also be a name on a family tree.
Many, many years down the line.
Eric, son of Peter, born in 1953.