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
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