What would remain
as my remains
when I move on
after my last breath

nothing
but for my
bones and skull
which could not decay for centuries

what happened to my billion cells
which once was vibrant with life

what happened to my blood, and
why did they go dry

this life
between birth and death
bestowed by whom
to me
and why

instead of trying to question
for which one may not have an unique answer
or
instead of answering to a question
to which there could not be a single absolute answer
let us live
this life
in a way that
not only
our bones and skull would not decay for centuries
even
our name
and the good deeds that we do.

                                       - Ariv.