My Inheritance.


MY Inheritance.

.  ©-MFB III 

My life
is a candle,
lit long ago
from love's fires,
by the match
of my parents.

The years melt
slowly by,
as I carry
on the flame
of their dreams.

Mom's been
and Dad's softly
into darkness.


I watched men die,

and the light in

their eyes goes out

much like a

set of  candles,

and I suppose

their spirit rises

much like the

wisps of smoke

when a candle

burns no more.


We carry a torch

for our ancestors

since cave days

and if our parents

raised us well

we can illuminate

the world with it

if not then we are

but a speck of ash

waxing and waning

in the winds of time.


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BL Tween 6 years ago

I was moved, Thank you

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Incredible tribute! Encore!

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