When you are in your grave retired,
It will not be those you've stepped on
But those people that you've inspired
Who's thoughts of you will linger on.
For when I close my eyes at night
Tis not the jerks I care to see,
I'd rather have my dreams keep sight
Of those who shined their lights on me.
So give the cynical their due
But know their doings fade away.
The older folks that I talk to
Speak fondly of their yesterday.
Experience thus indicates
The stories of the good will last.
Like wheat from chaff it seperates
And good claims our remembered past.
Author notes
Did somebody say argument? MMMMmmmmm. I like.
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Ah you poets are outdoing yourselves these days, is the saying called "waxing poetical?" I just know that this speaks volumes, and should be used as a measurement of sorts while one yet lives lol
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