100 years from now, nothing of this life will be remembered,
Not you, nor I, nor once that we were here,
We only stayed long enough to scratch the sand upon the beach before the
Tide took back its own.
100 years from now, no one will know my name, nor care
That here I stood and lived a life with all those
Other nameless souls,
Yet we knew each other by the joy and sorrow
Trapped inside our eyes
And each of us took that remembrance to our graves.
bobby stevenson 2017
dinosaur footprint Texas University.