What will you leave behind you
When you walk here no more?
Will the world recall your name
When you pass through death’s door?
Will your deeds resound through time
Though your bones fall to dust?
Will you leave a legacy
Of truth or of mistrust?
Will you ripple in life’s pond
When your stone has been cast?
Will you fade from history
When your season has passed?
The time you have to make your mark
Is passing as you gaze,
Choose well the tales that will be told
Recalling your swift days,
For clouds of doom are gathering
Across tomorrow’s sky.
Be sure you’ve left what you deem best
When your time has passed by.
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