Who Will Be There?

 

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WHO WILL BE THERE?

 

H. W. Bryce

 

Who will be there when it’s time to say goodbye?

Who will actually show up? If you have your doubts,

Live your life so they will. Live life as a legacy.

 

Will it be the money-lenders and the louts

Who wrangle pride and pennies from your purse

Who will be there when it’s time to say goodbye?

 

Best mend your ways, prick your pride and learn to give,

For he who giveth receives in plenty, and amen.

Who will actually show up if you have your doubts?

 

Leave golden memories, the haunting feel of your hug,

The aching of your presence, the desire to be you.

Live your life so they will come. Live life as a legacy.

 

The sins of man are not your fault. Atone

For your own, a good example set. Ask not

Who will come when it’s time to say goodbye.

 

Leave riches beyond count, In personality,

Generosity, everlasting love, the best of you,

And they will come when it’s time to say goodbye.

Yes, yes, live your life as a lasting legacy,

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Live your life as a legacy, and they will come.

 

On the heels of the Truth and Reconciliation

Day, then, let us all live like a legacy.

If we do that, we will indeed become one,

Great grandparents, grand parents, parents,

Children, grandchildren, great grandparents,

For that is all we all are. Period. Let us be that.

Let us all be our own legacy. For all.

 

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*Remember: No one wants to die a failure.

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Image by John Hain from Pixabay

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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