Stephen Huff's
WHO REMEMBERS
Friday, February 27, 2004
I lie six feet buried, but I’m no treasure
a secret, sure, but no one wonders
I keep a rough-hewn stone beneath the weather
it’s graven, sure, but no one reads it
I sport a flat, green lawn, but I’m no keeper
all mown even, sure, but no one measures
I’m six feet long, or so, and three feet wide
here to stay, sure, but no one visits
I’m a hundred years old, but thirty when I died
once beloved, sure, but who remembers?