Legacy

Legacy

A life well lived so known by many as well by few

Came as others naked into earthly scenes

I dare not try to escape what purpose said I'll be

I came not to simply bear these gifts but to pass them on

A life well lived is only such when purpose bears fruit

What is a tree if while, well rooted, standing tall, stately, dressed in foliage 

When fruit is looked for in hopeful abundance, finds emptiness 

We care not, for so much, for ones abundance, as for one's bearing 

We stand on the shoulders of others who for stood firm 

Held to a conviction, a deterimination that come what may, they would die for a belief

What is life if it can't be lived for a higher purpose 

When the moment came, willingly stared their fate and welcomed it

Creatures of a lower order of nature instinctively yearn 

In offsprings that will be a step up in the chain

What would I be remembered for in a world that easily forgets

These fruit I bear, will they will be tangible for time, or intangible for eternity

Will it be a life of dignity in the face of abject adversity?

Will it be one of faith, duty, honor, empathy, whose value goes beyond the tangible?

Yet so tangible to make what we see as tangible more meaningful 

A life willing to stand for the afflicted, downtrodden, if it be alone 

Many can boast of earthly possessions, I dare say they all perish along with it

Coming in my nakedness, I like others into this scene of time

One's true worth in the space occupied in time will be inestimable, if

When in service to my fellowmen, I don't ask, "Who is my neighbor?" 

May it be that I was a friend to the friendless

A spirit of hope for those looking outside of apparently hopeless confines

A world awaits with open arms to embrace what I alone, am

I am what I am because of I Am That I Am