LEGACY
When we leave, our mark on earth,
The echoes of our life and worth,
In hearts of those we celebrate,
Lives we've touched.
Our deeds, our words, the love we share,
Our acts of kindness, gifts of care,
A legacy that time relates,
Our lasting message.
In every smile, in every tear,
Our essence lingers, always near,
A beacon bright, a guiding fate,
For those we leave.
From those who toil upon the earth's terrain,
To those who fight battles with sword and flame,
Each one carving their name on history's page,
A legacy immortal, their gift to the age.
From humble beginnings, great monuments rise,
Testaments to the dreams that touched the skies,
Pyramids, cathedrals, and works of art,
Standing as beacons, igniting the heart.
But legacy is not defined by worldly triumph,
It goes beyond treasures, jewels, or dominion,
For a legacy is created by hearts that inspire,
By acts of love that set souls afire.
A mother who nurtures, guiding her child,
Instilling wisdom, with every tear and smile,
A teacher enlightening curious minds,
Unleashing the power within that forever binds.
A legacy is in the compassion we share,
In helping the downtrodden to repair,
A single act of kindness, a word of solace,
Creating ripples of hope in a world filled with malice.
It's in the embrace of a friend's warm hand,
In words of forgiveness, that help us understand,
That a legacy resides in the love we imbue,
In how we touch hearts, and the lives we renew.
For when our time on earth comes to an end,
And we descend into the embrace of the eternal bend,
Our legacy lives on, carried through time,
In the hearts we touched with love most sublime.
So let us forge a legacy, strong and true,
Not in the pursuit of fortune or fame that accrue,
But in the moments we share, and the love we impart,
Leaving footprints of kindness in every beating heart.
For legacy is not measured by accolades or wealth,
It's the imprint we leave on humanity's shelf,
A song in the wind, a whisper in the night,
A legacy living on, shining ever so bright.
The echoes of our life and worth,
In hearts of those we celebrate,
Lives we've touched.
Our deeds, our words, the love we share,
Our acts of kindness, gifts of care,
A legacy that time relates,
Our lasting message.
In every smile, in every tear,
Our essence lingers, always near,
A beacon bright, a guiding fate,
For those we leave.
From those who toil upon the earth's terrain,
To those who fight battles with sword and flame,
Each one carving their name on history's page,
A legacy immortal, their gift to the age.
From humble beginnings, great monuments rise,
Testaments to the dreams that touched the skies,
Pyramids, cathedrals, and works of art,
Standing as beacons, igniting the heart.
But legacy is not defined by worldly triumph,
It goes beyond treasures, jewels, or dominion,
For a legacy is created by hearts that inspire,
By acts of love that set souls afire.
A mother who nurtures, guiding her child,
Instilling wisdom, with every tear and smile,
A teacher enlightening curious minds,
Unleashing the power within that forever binds.
A legacy is in the compassion we share,
In helping the downtrodden to repair,
A single act of kindness, a word of solace,
Creating ripples of hope in a world filled with malice.
It's in the embrace of a friend's warm hand,
In words of forgiveness, that help us understand,
That a legacy resides in the love we imbue,
In how we touch hearts, and the lives we renew.
For when our time on earth comes to an end,
And we descend into the embrace of the eternal bend,
Our legacy lives on, carried through time,
In the hearts we touched with love most sublime.
So let us forge a legacy, strong and true,
Not in the pursuit of fortune or fame that accrue,
But in the moments we share, and the love we impart,
Leaving footprints of kindness in every beating heart.
For legacy is not measured by accolades or wealth,
It's the imprint we leave on humanity's shelf,
A song in the wind, a whisper in the night,
A legacy living on, shining ever so bright.
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