Words are like leaves

Words are like leaves,
In time, would be blown away by
Gusts of the four winds.
All said,
All heard,
All written…
At times some are kept in one’s mind,
Even etched in one’s heart.
Regardless, not all stand the test of time,
So soon it would all be lost and forgotten,
Like all of us mortals,
Those who have known greatness
And the rest-not-so,
Little it does matter at the end,
Alas nothing really last!