One's Soul Claim to Fame
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It has been said by author unknown:
Hide not your talents;
for use they were made.
What's a sundial in the shade.
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Each thirst to make their mark on time,
Not soon to be erased from mind
But for some it's just a dream,
They have no plan, they have no scheme.
Yet we feel Immortalities Cry,
Be someone or whither and die--
Is it just a human stigma,
Or is there hope for this enigma?
Within us all, there is a Gift,
Unique to self, that we may lift
To make a name, or to shine a light,
For those who follow, may it shine bright!
We must persue the gift bestowed,
Develop it, while here below.
None else can be a better You,
That is your gift--to it be true.
Unused Talent, such futility,
The power's there--if we will let it be!
Harness it, and personalize--
Then your worth will be known and recognized!
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