LEGACY – John Grey

So what’s the diagnosis?

A hundred years from now,

when the last picture fades

or is chewed up by the 

latest half-poodle hybrid,

will anyone remember me?

Is there someone in the future

who’ll dig out my old poems,

or go hunting for them

in the internet’s deep pits?

Nothing will remain in print

but, by then, it’s possible

print won’t even remain in print.

Maybe a complete stranger

will ‘fat finger’ a web-site address

and be taken to one of my love poems

as it fools all algorithms long enough

to pop up on their screen.

Maybe they’ll wonder about

the woman whose name is in the title.

She too will materialize,

however briefly, in the next century.

But, unlike me, that’s never been

a concern for her.