Elegy

Tonight I questioned what I will be remembered by.

What short, spirited sentiment will be etched on to my gravestone?

Who's words will it be, and who will decide upon them?

Who will attend my funeral;

how many through obligation and how many through genuine grief?

I would rather have a genuine elegy:

"Rian Mercer

good at plenty,

great at none".

I then realised that it is too early in my life to ask such questions,

when I have my life to live and future to create.

I am writing my own requiem

with each action that I make

so that when I die

whichever words and whoever's words-

must be true.

Then again,

just what will I be remembered by?