One thing in life is definite
All men will turn to dust
For short is life and finite
This lesson, learn we must.
So when its time for us to go
What will we leave behind?
Will there be tears and empty sorrow?
Or wisdom in our words they find?
Our names be written in their memory
Not wasted into nothingness
May people learn from our story
And learning thus, we live to bless.
Cynthia BuhainBaello
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-will-we-leave-behind/
