Scratches

And when I leave my mortal land

what of me to legacy

no memories as my peers gone too

marks but scratches depict me

Marks so feint I won't be seen

unless I start to gouge them now

I need to realise what’s within

And amplify efforts somehow

Spread myself I can no more

and focus now is what I must

like laser on a single spot

before I lay to dust

And what of me shall I invest

how to choose my way

what to stop, or start, do more

I cannot know today

What I know is what I write

and what I too believe

and what a sound mind can conceive

he also can achieve