A Birthright

Before you are no more pass on something of meaning to a stranger some obscure legacy you have owned for at least a year for it has to have the touch of you upon it. Nothing engraved nothing jagged with cutting edges; a trinket, a small keepsake a solid wind-honed something that once was hand-made on nature's lathe, and because you have no idea whether that stranger will treasure it or discard it as a worthless burden, it will stand as a metaphor. In its own small way it will be indestructible because it may fall or be thrown from a pocket until another stranger discovers it. It will not gleam in the dark, nor will it entice anything but a curiosity as to what it is and what meaning it once held for someone. That will be enough for you were always a curious being and now you have not only endowed, but have transmitted that part of yourself to another and that is your currency, an inheritance, something to be discarded or passed on.