What's Left

They say you can't take it with you But what's never said is why because you'll be gone first But will you be forgotten? the silver ring, dresser, desk top titanium screws, hammer, bolts ink, computer, even the archway may become the friends who are left who drift away as you race to fortify the essence wrapped up by the flesh grime memories beliefs, religions that define for far too limited time Will they remember you? Speak of you? Hold court for you? Will the things that you might hold feel taste touch protect detain the next one running by just to say You know, that last guy he didn't really die