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Updated on April 12, 2012

By: Wayne Brown

Where do we find ourselves when we go to look?

Are the answers defined somewhere in a book?

Can others see the things that we alone cannot spot?

Are the facts so evident in our cast of life’s lot?

Man is not even a speck on the face of universal time

His life ever so short as the singular ring of a chime

Where in that span does one leave something to share?

Something which says, “time was short but I was here.”

Knowing one’s inner self and those feelings so true

Is that the keys to a legacy for me and you?

Touching on the talents which God put into our hands

Could those be the tools to leave the marks of man?

So many thousands of stars upon the night sky

Reflecting the smallness in the universe of you and I

Dare we dream of anything of ourselves which will last?

Will man’s mark and legacy be lost upon the past?

The windows of time open and close to us all

From the day of our birth to the time of our last fall

Our life is an easel upon which we may elect to paint

Of things of importance; telling what is and what ain’t

Cavemen left their marks on walls in times ancient now

The farmer left his legacy in the field that he would plow

Men of history orated words forever spoken again and again

But what of me and you; what legacy is there for common man?

God knows the answer and he has placed it upon our hearts

Life is for us to find the pieces and simply assemble all the parts

Once the puzzle comes together and the pieces all fit into place

We find the answer to our legacy in our own time and space

All men can do great things for it is something God gave us all

But we have to use our time wisely before we take the final fall

Using the talents God so wisely put upon our minds and hands

Leaving our marks in time apparent for all the eyes of man

© Copyright WBrown2011. All Rights Reserved


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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @drbj...Aw gee, Doc...I was trying to be like Bill Clinton! LOL! WB

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      drbj and sherry 6 years ago from south Florida

      Interesting, beautiful thoughts, Wayne. But I'm not certain that any of us will know what our legacy may be. Those who come after will determine that.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @epigramman...We have a lot in common today, Colin. I am smack dab in the middle of a Texas heat wave and it's getting mighty old. We still have August to go before it is over. Thanks for the good words! WB

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      .....well I was sitting right thinking of 3 great writers to start the day off with: Wayne Brown, Will Starr and Saddlerider 1 - so here am I - and although that's a pretty loft heavyweight title you are more than up for this challenge and as always you succeed brilliantly.

      lake erie time 11:31am in the middle of a heat wave here in Ontario

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @Hypenbird...Very true, glad I could inspire you with this one. WB

      @dahoglund...Absolutely, a talent unshared is unused and such a waste. WB

      @WillStarr...Well, I might have thought of those ribs...but the third grade attendance....I would have missed that one! LOL! WB

      @attemptedhumor...I'm working real hard at it with the hopes of enjoying the payoff before my last fall...Ha! Otherwise I just leave a bunch of wealthy relatives to decide my legacy! WB

      @Stu From VT....Nay,,,,,just fakin' it! LOL! WB

      @Truckstop Sally...Same idea, huh? I am sure trying to let mine shine! WB

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      Truckstop Sally 6 years ago

      Beautiful! Reminds me of the gospel - This Little Light of Mine . . .

      I love the line: Life is for us to find the pieces and simply assemble all the parts

      And then we must be aware of how our pieces all fit together.

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      Stu From VT 6 years ago

      Wayne, beautiful. You are really good at this. Stu

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      attemptedhumour 6 years ago from Australia

      We are all good at certain things, i just haven't found out what any of mine are yet. We can be remembered fondly, if we choose to earn it. We writers could and should leave at least a short account of our time on earth and what we did and thought. So get cracking Wayne, as yours may require more than a few pages to do it justice. Cheers

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      I'll probably be remembered for perfect third grade attendance and my smoked ribs.

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      Don A. Hoglund 6 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

      I've always felt that using our personal talents is an obligation we must follow.

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      Brenda Barnes 6 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Once we learn that it is not all about me, myself and I, we can create a lasting impact. I pray people remember me for my love.

      This is a beautiful reminder and is inspirational to me. Thank you Wayne.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @breakfastpop...Thanks Poppy...maybe it will make my ancestors enough to pay their taxes in time! LOL! I appreciate the kind words of encouragement! WB

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      breakfastpop 6 years ago

      Your beautiful way with words will last for eternity. Up and beautiful.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @saddlerider1...Amen Ken, Amen! WB

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      saddlerider1 6 years ago

      Like artist's weaving their magic with brush, instrument and pen we attempt to leave a small part of ourselves as an imprint in history. Will we be read? will our children care? or will it like everything else just be swept away like the dust in the wind?

      These are reasons for us to write, brush the colors of our talents onto a white surface and hope that someone somewhere in time may look upon us as someone who cared, someone who tried to make a difference in our life our world, our society, our family, our struggles in life.

      All we can be to the fullest, living each day like it was our last, helping others less fortunate than us with their struggles in life. We are all unique, not one of us the same, only gods know our time and destiny, it's up to us how we decide to use the time we have left.