Is our greatest fear is no forget ,
Yet it's the only certain face
That anything has ever met
We know one day our earth
Will find itself victim to time ,
That nothing will be left
To tell of your story or mine.
And still through life we rush
Scrabbling for something to remember,
Perish the thought that ash be ash .
And not the memory of ember.
By: Ms. Meena Sharma
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