At the end of your days,
When your struggle is done,
When the battle is fought,
And the war has been won.
When you lie in the soil,
In splendid retreat,
All that’s left of your deeds,
Are some words carved out neat.
When your soul is at rest,
And your body no more,
Those words you have left,
Might lead to implore.
They may inspire someone else,
Who is not yet in this world,
To strive and continue,
With your dreams and your goals.
Those words carved in stone,
Though they be cold and so still,
Are the most important of all,
The things you leave in your will.
So before that day comes,
Record those words down,
Of how you want to be remembered,
And for what through all time.
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The Crazymad Writer 