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/