Clay Tablets

Long after we are all forgot
And mankind soon returned to dust
There will, on stones, be thought still taught
In last words we had once discussed
Before we etched them onto rock
For one last hail Mary mark
To show the future men could talk
Long after skies had gotten dark
And sometimes to the break of day
Whenever much was on our mind
And we just had to have our say
No matter how our mood inclined...
In those moments, which were all we had,
To scratch eternity's message pad.