My legacy is a poem of reflection. It ask the painful question, if something happened to me what would be the legacy of my life? What value would it have, what purpose would it have served? Would it be the kind of life that I could look back upon with pride or would I shudder from a mountain of regret? Would the people that I love remember me with tears or smile with relief that I am gone?
The question of one’s legacy is so easy to postpone, because the idea that one day death will come is not one that any of us like to deal with. Yet it struck me as I wrote this simple poem that now is the time to ask this critical question. Now while I have a chance to mend bridges, build stronger bonds with the one’s that I love, and totally change the course of my life is the time to ask. Because when the final review comes it will be too late to undo the damage of years of neglect or to learn to live life to the fullest.