Legacy

LEGACY If all that is left of someone are the words they said Or wrote, perhaps – whether as a poem or a diary Then they must be remembered for such expression Even if it should read almost as a hesitant confession The tone can be humble, bold, or maybe even fiery But if written words, then they might at least be read All the things they never said, and all that they did Proudly sit alongside some of those deeds we recall A life well lived, frontiers that were boldly crossed But what of the million thoughts at risk of being lost Don’t leave a unique voice to be never heard at all Maybe husky in later years, but smoother as a kid A person is reflected in all things both said and done For many, a silent photo is sufficient for the memory Biography in its style for some, sounding too remote And cannot compare to what they themselves wrote Yet harsh words recalled may be abrasive, like emery But for all who were close, they miss the morning sun