The writing on the Roman wall said simply this:
I was here.
I (my name) was here.
I made my mark.
I wrote it here.
And neither your paint or your bleach or the history books
Can ever erase me.
Small and insignificant I may be,
A humble grain in the sands of time,
All memory of who I was
Or how I lived or who I loved
Or what I did will one day disappear --
Everything except for what I wrote:
I (my name) was here.

Rosalind Resnick

Feb. 23, 2016