You won't remember who you were
On some inviolate shore,
Or who your friends and loved ones were-
Before death closed the door.
But if you were the same as now,
Some hope you'll hold begotten,
That love in all its myriad forms
Can not all go forgotten.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-some-inviolate-shore/
