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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Legacy It depends if you believe. Do you believe? Are you man or mouse? Do you need machine, or cheese? Do you believe? Part man, part machine; Work hard to build dreams. Do multiple things in all directions. Self-taught introspection, lead to reflection And change was sought and found beneath the wings. Now flying high upon the light, I cast into darkness all which would bind And without thought I create lines, To lead the way towards the light, For under sunlight only darkness shines And all are blind to what is and what it could be. So stand in front of me, or stand aside, For I am continuing and all in my way will be left to grieve, The reprieve I offered without deceit. As Queendoms crumble, knights are once more seen to ride, Upon the backs of beasts. Dragons fly and fire is breathed, Upon the darkness to create light. We are all blind to any light And from the ashes they return. Where fires burn, Footsteps are heard. No longer feared, For sights have been seen of a thousand cheers. In morning light at the castle keep, The flag a-flying to ward off evil spirits, For death is trying to cross the draw bridge, With calls aplenty; but those without knowledge, Can never get in and as the thunder howls And lightning strikes, Workers unite and go on strike, Until such change has come to replace, The cracking sound under sparkling lights. Some are left without a trace, While others leave a lasting legacy. Some are remembered, some soon forgotten. Which is it to be? When you are gone, what will you leave? And what is it you think you take, When your name is engraved upon the grave? (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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