I walk...and wonder...
if anyone will remember...I was here.
Queer to think that...
but, I do.
I only know that I want to leave my mark, SPARK a fire of creativity and inspiration...
through my perspiration...as I walk the walk of life.
LET THE FIFE AND DRUM...herald my journey
into eternity
in my own quiet way.
LET IT BE SAID...I did bear all that I went through
with grace
as the ever-moving space I occupied changed...as did I
as I learned.
I burned always with the thirst for knowledge, experience, and love.
I never shoved the opportunity for any of that aside.
I never tried to hide...from what life had to offer.
Now, all I can do is proffer my hope that someone took note...
and perhaps became more...because of me.
That is my greatest hope...as I walk,
and my footprints behind me reflect the path I traveled...
until....
until...
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