Autumn Rain artwork by: Stephanie Koehl
The young man spoke to the elder one,
I’m just not important, he said
I haven’t accomplished a notable deed
To be remembered for after I’m dead.
And one-by-one tossed in the pond.
Each pebble created a splash as it hit,
and the ripples spread far and beyond.
create their own ripples to send,
as each capability dictates.
Then finally, each ripple will end.
but finally, all disappear,
leaving the pond surface tranquil.
Just quiet, peaceful and clear.
And the water a symbol for earth,
The ripple is each person’s presence in life.
It measures not value nor worth.
In time all are gone from the view.
Of all of the ripples that formed in the pond
Don’t forget there was one caused by you.
be the magnitude greater or small,
In the memory of someone you always will be.
No one is remembered by all.