Papa's Memory

Old photos on white poster board

With captions inked below

A video with his favorite songs

Few would ever know

A lifetime of accomplishments

Summed up in those few shots

A legacy compressed there

Formed by tiny dots

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

If that's all there is

Then, who will remember?

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

If that's all there is

Then, who will remember?

A gathering of family

But where were all his friends?

His wife said don't invite them

Then, she did not attend

An absent priest, bedridden

No words were said that day

Some notes played on an organ

That he never got to play

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

If that's all there is

Then, who will remember?

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

If that's all there is

Then, who will remember?

He lived nearly eighty years

And what did he have to show?

Four grown kids, five grandchildren

Who will not let him go

But when they're gone and turned to dust

No longer of a mind

The world, to Papa's memory

Will be forever blind

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

If that's all there is

Then, none will remember

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

If that's all there is

Then, none will remember