Posterity

Today I met a man.
He was forty
when I met him the first time.
Today, he is eighty.
His collection of verses
written over the years
is being released.
His nephew, read a few.
Verbs and meanings were clear
no ambiguity in the verses
only the author wouldn’t know
what all was happening.
A normal happening!
A day comes
when one forgets
what all one does.
But the world remembers
so many beautiful songs
one has written and sung.