A choice of last words

Colours we strive to leave behind, Hope of a future beyond our lives.

A legacy at the mercy of future generations, It's the only variation.

 

Memories we share in depth so less will forget, Achievements we hope mean something to the world we never met.

Careless with the things that tainted our history, hiding your fault from each story.

 

A last breath you wisper to your life, but you no longer belong to it.

Theres only one who will hear you, hundreds you wanted to listen to.

 

Just a insect caught in a wind beyond your comrehension, you come and go in this world with no marks or mention.

Only one legacy which is no longer your choice, You cant stifle the regret's voice.

Only few who will know, and fewer who will care.

It's only in your dying eyes, that you were rare.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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