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Wild Thistles on a GraveWhat was your life all about? Did it really count for anything, Were you important to someone else, do you a memory bring, Did you leave a footprint, before the tide of time washed away, That endearing mark you hoped to leave, for your legacy to stay, Was there a purpose in your life, did you do a service for mankind, Or did you just float through life, unable to sew the seeds you find, Did you willingly give for others or was it all in the interest of you, Man doesn't survive by bread alone, we need a relationship that's true, What epitaph would you like to write, when your time on earth is done, Leaving it to someone else to say " under this sod lies another one," Would you like to leave a lasting testimony of a life so true and brave, Or a destiny of being abandoned forever, like wild thistles on a grave ‘ Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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