Humans live and die
So are the grasses in
The summer and fall
But memories never die;
Seasons come and go
Humans live and die
So do the tides at
Flow and ebb
Yet legacies are rocks;
Sun rises in the east
Sun sets in the west
The moon’s a sparkle
Of silver on the lake
At night – only at night!
Just as the man is for
A season – just a moment -
Now he is, next he’s not;
Yet, his marks are forever
Etched in glistering granites,
His message ever dynamic:
If he did the right,
If he touched the
Human hearts,
If he walked worthy
Of the Cause for
Which he stood,
Lived and died.
But splayed on the sandy
Beaches if he was barren;
His deeds a misfit to budding
Minds and springing souls,
So are his marks, the man
That works unworthy …
Like the moon’s sparkles,
Like the seasons, like the
Tides…they come and go!
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