I AM LIKE A STONE

When I am no longer
I will be a memory slowly fading —
a memory slowly fading —
slowly fading —
fading.
I am like a stone
dropping in smooth water.
The water ripples in ever-increasing circles —
circles whose height diminishes
with each expanding wave.
Later, the stillness forgets the stone.
There will come a time
when no one will remember.

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