LegacyA Poem by A Lonely LarkeA short poem about what legacy means.
What maketh a man?
Is it his acts or thoughts? Is it the trail he left... or the things he bought. Is it the works he's made or monuments built to him? Is it his name etched in books or lauded loudly in a hymn. Be it his visage left in stone or painted on a wall alone? Or better still...just his name... chiseled into marble stone. Or shall we judge by this - the sum total of his lineage or perhaps by the many laws graced by his noble signage. The truth is none of these.. For it's nothing material the worth of man or woman is something more ethereal In my home, on a shelf doth sit a stone vassal - of small merit And within this cask is merely ash and silt long ago set. No words are engraved at all on it's white marble face. And of it's simple contents there be no mention or trace. Yet as sure as rain and fire deep within my heart and brain... Something to this day .. bravely and defiantly remains. The hands who lifted me up when as a child I often fell of the warm and loving voice great bedtime tales he would tell. Those feet whose long strides my small feet followed on the path whose twinkling eyes glimmered when ever he made us laugh. How he smiled that one smile and on to the end. Whose very love and care made my brother and I men. "So what maketh man?" friends, tis merely this the hearts in which you live and tears of those who miss. For that stone urn is a lie it holds nothing for what I care. For in my tears and smiles Ah...the man - he lives there. © 2017 A Lonely LarkeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 26, 2017 Last Updated on October 26, 2017 AuthorA Lonely LarkeSungai Besi, Kuala Lumpur, Kuala Lumpur, MalaysiaAboutA Canadian poet...nothing more to say... I look forward to reading more poems...and hope you enjoy what I've written... Thank you for having me. more..Writing
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