What shall be the legacy

of this life lived in parts,

lived in full, 

lived with purpose,

lived as a fool?


What will be remembered

of all the striving, joy

and pain, that was so

important at the time

but now is dust on the

plain of human dreams?


All these days.

All these days

of living the meaningful life.

All these days.


Legacy and memory-

as fragile as each 

human guest to find the 

pot that cannot exist.