Echo Of Eternity

by Jason

At the end of his life there was nothing left to show of it all.  It was merely empty deeds compiled with useless words, vague images, and disconnected relationships.  This was the sum and the collection of all that was left, besides a corpse, decaying slowly.  The tombstone became rough and lonely with age.  There were no flowers, no visitors.  Standing decrepitly ancient among the surrounding survivors, it became a monument to something forgotten.  Yet it was there and perhaps that was legacy enough for him.