In Memoria ©

Shall I be remembered
When I die,
Or will my name bring
Forth a puzzled frown?
What purpose served,
When finally I lie
Within the care of
Consecrated ground?
Though I look back, and say:
"Thus has it been!"
I cannot weigh the worth
Of what I do.
This simple scrap of life
So fleeting seen,
Is better judged by
Those more fit to view.
Yet if I touched but one,
Just one alone,
And so transformed some
Dark-configured Fate,
I deem it,
(Though the touching be unknown)
Reward enough,
Yet humble my estate.