What Matters In The End (Poem)

I will be bone

charred to ash and thrown

into the garbage with other refuse

I will be words

scribbled on old receipts

left in pockets of thrift store shirts

I will be scraps

discarded from plates of wearied diners

who only want to get on their way

nothing to be remembered

nothing worth recall

unless some small kindness that arose

helped someone else along the way