I Bequeath

Having lived and now no more These treasures I bequeath To death I leave a body grown weary At the time it called To life I leave memories that are a mind field And may not reveal all about me To the world I leave my poetry To those that claimed to know me I leave the sound of my laughter To my family I leave the stories My friends would tell about me To my soul I leave a body No longer fit to be inhabited To my conscience I leave the paths An imperfect life led To posterity I leave a tomb representing A life that stood still To my desires I Ieave a legacy Of pleasures that were over-fulfilled To those that come after me I leave My dreams that may offer a foundation On which to build a better life To my pride I leave regrets about What I could have done better To hope I leave the scars that Living branded into my psyche To myself I leave my individuality As no one else was As I pretended to be