Lost in conversation at a party with a friendly person I ended up almost tardy but the event was worth it
This woman older than myself had lost her youngest son He had a bout with depression and used his father's gun
A teen that never listens comes with the territory Blamed herself for doing the same, called it her "horror story"
A touch of blue hit her face as she remembered his smile Her hands continued to shake; they had been for a while
It got me thinking quite a bit of what we leave behind, be they achievements or kin, by them we are defined
We tell the world of our struggles with words and demonstration and teach the kids how to live, preventing devastation
Our legacy will continue past their life expectancy and through the passage of time raise their dependency
The stench of death is rotten, but still our biggest fear to date is living life to the fullest, yet remaining forgotten
And not to mention raising sons and daughters; we do our very best to keep them from the guns and slaughter
Living in the here and now, ever considered a future where your experience today will tutor newer users?
So* leave your mark - *be it poetry, melodies, artistry, pedigree, even guiding infancy or serving in an infantry, believe in your legacy You're remembered infinitely.