Will my memory survive
when death has had its say?
Will my essence stay alive
Once I have passed away?
Or will I be like a spark?
An instant burning bright,
flaring up into the dark,
then fading into night?
Will I leave a legacy
that asks to be admired?
Will I give a part of me
that gets people inspired?
Or will I be little known?
Albeit loved a lot
by the family in my home,
a thing that few have got?
Will my mention bring a gaze
of nostalgic reverie?
Take friends back to good old days
preserved in memory?
Or will my name draw forth frowns
(If lips speak it at all)?
Sighs directed at the ground
to which they softly fall?
So many things could happen,
so few I can control,
so I will let them happen
and let my life be full.
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On a Young Heart
PoesíaA collection of my random poetic inspirations. Though they're not profound, I hope that everyone who reads them can find something special and meaningful in these words.
