ambiguity in name

by: Nickolas Aleksandar Nikolic

What in a name
    isn't
        but sorrow creeping as a
vine
We want children but can't bear
   to expose them to the very things we desire.

We are not notable, are we? but every child sees
   further than we could.

We rest in a cradle of 150 years and are forgotten lustfully.

May they be good years for all.

Genre: Existentialist Sentimental

Meaning: Life lives and forgets. Our best hope is to be remembered well, then sink into anonymity. 150 years is the best we can hope to be notable.