Foolish

The irony of 'I'll miss you'

Ha! More like 'Your absence will be felt'

But nothing more and nothing less

In fact I'll soon become a memory

Forgotten memory

No one to remember me

In this ever-changing world

My foot prints erased by the wind

I will cease to exist

How vain

We are born to die

and eventually forgotten

Everything about mankind is fleeting

How fickle

Don't talk of eternal

Forever doesn't exist