Just what will be my legacy?
Black pixels on a screen?
Will children ever learn of me?
Will I shape a young girlβs dream?
I myself once had a dream;
That long after I am gone,
People will be quoting me,
My stanzas turned to song.
But then I face reality,
And from my dream I ebb,
My words are now, and will ever be,
Mere silk in the world wide web.
Yet still I cling to a hopeful blink,
That years on, in a brand new age,
A lost soul will click a random link,
And happen upon this page,
Theyβll peruse the works of a me long passed,
And find words that, to them, speak,
Set free, my voice will be heard at last,
And at last weβll both find peace.
And that will be my legacy;
Black pixels, yet so much more,
To that soul that searched unwittingly,
For the words my heart once bore.
This poem was inspired by the passing of one of the all time greats and my absolute hero, Maya Angelou. She truly was beauty personified and if I could touch just a tiny fraction of the hearts she touched in her lifetime, I would die happy. What a legacy she is leaving us. The world is a little better having had her in it. Sleep well, Maya.



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