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
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