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Mama Mada
“Remembering,”
by Am ina Daud a Osem e
Of what use is it, in gathering all that space?
The blind old man said to me.
In a time no sooner than now, you’ll be gone,
And nothing of this earth will remember how
You were once here gathering all that waste.
I paused, reflected a bit.
Surely, he too may learn wisdom from a young, young workaholic.
Oh, you see! You have me all figured wrong.
I have things to speak for me when I die.
The lives I’ve touched; things I have done-
They all will remember me when I am gone.
Ha! He laughed.
You are more foolish than I thought!
The lives you touched will be gone someday, and
The things you have done remembered some days.
But tell me, when memory fades,
And the fields go gray
And no more you hold my sun.
Who else remembers you –
Busy but empty,
Other than your soul, you left thirsty?
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