Existence

Like the leaves of a lush tree,

That withers during fall.

Everybody,you and me,

Will be forgotten as time will roll.



Mourned for a little while,

Erased for a permanent time.

Memories that were of pile,

Will be cleared like a lost rhyme.



Slowly weathers like a rock,

That will someday be gone.

That's how existence will mock,

All the hardships one had done.



Good deeds fade,

As fast as the wind rushes.

Bad things that were made,

Will remain embossed as time passes.



If you are forgotten,

Did you ever exist?

There ain't any proofs for men,

That you were not just a mist.



If you were once a star,

And did something evil,

Your name will exist afar,

With the reputation of evil.



But if you were a saint,

Who will remember you?

You'll be just a memory of gray paint,

Only remembered by a person or two.



This just states that deeds,

Of hell mark people's mind.

But things of white beads,

Will be gone and hard to find.