Two Hundred Years From Now

This morning, I helped my grandmother sort through 60 years worth of family pictures. I got sentimental and this poem just came to my heart.

Two Hundred Years From Now

Today I contemplate,

What will life be like

Two hundred years from this date?

Will I be just a name?

A crumpled up photo,

In a broken picture frame?

A broken grave stone,

Forgotten and lost

Remembered by none?

All my things antiques?

Rotting in a museum,

Waiting for the viewers critique?

I am reminded nothing lasts,

Like a heartbeat,

Or a rock thrown at glass.

-Little Red