Dust to Dust

As the Sands of time trickled down,
The dust of the ages culminated...
You are like the dust, one day you return to it..
but for now, everyone dusts you off as a memory...

What are we but this dust made organic?
What are we but chemicals that maketh the emotions..
When the chemistry changes, the emotions change..

Memory what we cherish so much,
How good is it with death?
How good is it with time passeth,
Where we forget what we are..
Where we forget where we come from..

Do we forget our parents whom we loved..
Do we forget our friends who stood with us..
Do we forget the love we had..
Yet they all are supposed to be but chemical interactions
The uniquest of its kind...

Why only man fathom these..Yet only man suffers' these..
We spend a life time on such memories,
When all we are is but dust made organic..
What are we but chemicals that maketh the emotions..
When the chemistry changes, the emotions change..
Death with it brings all thee to impasse..