Molecules

I am made of molecules and savor,
the recipe I don't know.
When I die the molecules will return;
The savor is free to flow.

My memories will be lost.
Just scattered to the wind.
My molecules have been trained by me
and will be used again.

I often wonder who has used
the molecules that I have.
Was it Einstein, Washington, Lincoln or
someone just as brave?

Was it Hitler, Khan or Jesse James?
Those guys they had some too.

I suppose that I will never know
but I would like to say:

The qualities that I find important
in the molecules that I leave;
Will in time be found by someone
who will recognize them as me.