Life Divisible

A brain teasing poem. (may confuse some people)

The language that is divisible,
that there is none,
but the thought and feelings
they leave no remainder.

Memories eternal,
they are not divisible,
we hope they're eternal
never lost in endless dreams.

History in artifacts,
lost in time
until they are found,
then are in record for a long time.

And when you die,
left in the memory of loved ones
until they are gone,
and your only another ancestor.

Good-bye eternity,
enjoy life while it's there.