LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013

One day, we will be the fossils of a new civilisation,

Silent vestiges of an ancient nation.

We will be memories kept in the rocks of time,

Fragments of life, lost in the wind's chime.

For it was fitting that the inheritance be not solely mine,

But a profound sharing, of a genuine design.

May the legacy we leave not be just individual,

But a collective construction, of love universal.

Let our actions be more than personal tales,

Transcending the ego, like ritual trails,

Of connection, humanity, wisdom lived,

So that in the future, our essence is perceived.

For what remains of us is not what we own,

But what we give, what we share, and what we've grown.

And if we are fossils of a distant age,

May our heritage shine, alive and sage.

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