MY ANCIENT WORDS

I'm going to pass
As a textual tweet
Unnoticed & vague
For most times,
But someday
I'll be a picture;
In the passing news feed-
Never to write again.
And even upon
My last note I'll find
Vapid notes of a goodbye
By those who find time
To care about my end
Without ever being friends
Or having known the rant
That went throughout
My pigmy, little lifetime.

Then when enough years
Will pass, to qualify itself as
A long, long time-
Someone, will probably
Return to my syllables
And find new meanings
In my ancient words
And paint sordid pictures
With my tainted thoughts,
And my tarnished texts
Will find again
The powers of sound;
Echoing through the spaces
Of progressive minds.
How will ignorance then
Afford to be
The bliss that shall kill me
In an upcoming time.

-K.G.