MY STAIN..
Life is short… cliché indeed this
expression is,
But the truth there in is too true
For futile yours will be when nothing
is left to remind
Those later living of how useful you
spent the short time,
Kids you may have yet, but the worst
critics they are
Looking to you and finding no mentor-ship to emulate
Yet consoling themselves in the fact that
you are their parent
That I find harsh and bitter for a
soul that seeks rest
My mark I prepare differently
Even with no kids,
many a kid will
want to be like me
Even yours, if yours are but only the
procreation mark…
Short and well lived it should be
So that they miss you even when they
knew you not
Or were born ten decades into your
grave..
From your pot let them sip. Mark the
world with you stain
One customized to betray your
trade…..
An adorable and beautifying one it
should be...
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