Leave Your Mark
Do not consent to drift, a feather on the breeze,
To pass through seventy years and vanish with the trees.
The sun will set on every pulse, the stars will fall to dust,
But what you built with thought and toil, in that, you place your trust.
The fear is not of ending, but of never having been—
A silent shadow passing, without a single din.
For monuments of granite fade, and empires turn to sand,
The mighty fortress crumbles, unheld by any hand.
The mark you seek to leave is not carved into the stone,
But etched upon the hearts you touched, the seeds that you have sown.
It is the gentle, hidden truth, the lesson taught with grace,
That finds a home in other minds and finds its lasting place.
You are the architect of time, the builder of the years,
And every act a hammer-strike that calms another's fears.
A word of courage whispered when the world was dark and cold,
A thread of wisdom spun from pain that turned to beaten gold.
This is the currency of soul, the wealth that cannot rust,
The light you lend to lead a path, when others walk in dust.
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