Take one step, and leave a watermark in the dew,
Until the grass beneath rises up anew.
Each step, each effort, all too fleeting
No lasting impact, our endeavours beaten.
We strive and toil, to make a mark
Upon this earth, before we depart.
We might create, with words and shows
That linger after we take our final bow.
But how long before our works are forgot?
Our memory begins to fade and rot.
Or maybe we try to break the mould
So our future family, can be more bold.
No trauma left, to dull their light
We’ve changed the pattern, the future’s bright.
But that future family, too will die.
All forgotten, as years pass by.
Our homes that we took such care to keep
Demolished in a rubbled heap.
Our possessions boxed up, given away or sold
With no way to access the tales of old.
Each item holds a story, a memory
But when I died, I took the key.
How , then, do we make that mark,
The one that remains, when it’s all gone dark ?
Maybe it’s not about what we leave
But how we live, while we still can breathe.
Connection, love, and tenderness
Living each day as if we’re truly blessed.
Watching waves crash, upon a shore
Lifting our child on our shoulders, so they can see more.
Dancing in streets while music plays
Quiet moments on yoga mats, Namaste.
Feasting our eyes upon words and art
Listening to songs that touch our heart.
Travelling and seeing this beautiful world
Waiting for our next opportunity to unfurl.
Finding friends who truly understand
Who light the darkness with a guiding hand
Remembering to find magic in the everyday
Because it’s always right here, come what may.
If we live this life, right to the full
Find beauty and magic, be more mindful
Then when our time has come to leave
There will be no need to grieve
No need to worry about our legacy
Or if our dewy step will be erased, as the grass springs free.
Because, you see, we got it right after all
We took this gift of life, and by God! We had a BALL!
