By Tony DeLorger © 2012
I solely bequeath my heart to science,
for it has broken so often yet still remains,
albeit in a state of stupor and atrophy,
clinging desperately to hopes long forsaken.
I bequeath my mind to the winds,
for then my thoughts could fly within freedom sought,
never cluttered by the will of garrulous people,
always wanting their pound of flesh.
I bequeath my body to the earth,
for what I have put into it and taken out of it,
should never be discussed in words,
rather left to its putrefying decay, the remnants of indulgence.
I bequeath my goods and shackles to my loved ones,
to fathom what I have done with life,
whether I have wasted it, or it has wasted me,
I leave my mark, or perhaps smudge upon the earth.
I bequeath my words to all ears that will listen,
to know that I have lived on purpose,
and with an opinion to boot,
casting a broad shadow over what is considered normal.
I bequeath my love unconditionally,
to all who have given favor and in turn loved me,
for their understanding, sacrifice and tolerance,
of a soul brimming with ideas of perfection.
I bequeath myself to love,
for all it stands and the hopes it inspires,
that one day the world will follow,
and all that's meant shall come to pass.
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