You will only
ever be remembered
by the others..
For the very last thing,
good or bad,
you either did
or did not do.
It’s sad and quite
disheartening..
but it is true.

For, others scarcely
ever celebrate
The Ones who diligently
planted seeds.
The Ones who tended
to The Tree,
with love and care,
for many years.
The Ones who waited
patiently for it
to flourish and mature.
They love The Ones
who reaped
and then delivered
to the tribe..
its many sweet
and ripened fruits.

As for The Ones
who labored
and then
walked away..
There aren’t
quite as many
loving words
for them
that others
have to say.