Has trait'rous time erased my steps
From all the paths I've walked?
In the many minds I've touched
Was I a passing thought?
Was each impression ever made
So slight — and faded soon,
Not even uninvited guests
In some memory's waiting room?
Surely a life that burned so bright
Has left a little spark!
Have I not shed some light — somewhere —
Or somehow left a mark?
All is gone — and time does not remember me
— But time itself is lost in immortality.