I ask you,
Please tell me,
If you know,
I have a question,

But the answer eludes me.

So you wonderful people of the internet,
(Oops, there goes the fourth wall...)
This question may not even have an answer.
Wouldn't that ****?

Ok, so the question.
To ponder of yourself.
Also, the only really poetic part of this work...
(Is critiquing your work in that work pretentious? I don't know. Anyway, back to the poetic crap. )

What world will will you find,
When you leave this world behind?
And what world will you leave behind,
When you run out of time?
What will children say of you?
What will your legacy be?
Did you use each day by day to do
Something worth memory?

Someday I might be remembered
But probably for something boring.

This is what I gave
                  My Life
because my first thought was
to be a hero
to stand up
and shut down
the enemy
save my country
save
the helpless
and I would return
victorious
brave

This is what I saw
blood
hundreds
and hundreds
innocent dead men
blood
Hell
my closest comrade
both legs
left hand
blown off
Hell
blood gushing from
his mouth
his forehead
his chest

This is what I left
my mother
my father
four sisters
one little brother
            A Legacy