Legacy
In the dust of memory
I write my name
hoping someday
someone will know
that this way I came
Time will cover
the tracings in the dust
The time does come to leave
Go along I must
I will be happy
from up above
if all will just remember
that I did love
I loved my friends
who did walk with me
in my strife
I loved the soldier
who laid down
his very life
my peace secured even above
was bought with blood
and so had been insured
How could I not love
© Faye Sizemore Dec. 2002
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