Legacy

I leave you this space
Which I have occupied
Temporarily,
Now clean as a vacuum
To hold short sorrow
And brief remembering.
There are no shards,
No broken statuary.
I had no idols.
The proud thoughts
And the humble things
Remain unshattered.
I leave you this valuable
And useful
Space.

By John Dobbs (Sr.)

In this quiet, graceful poem, John Dobbs (Sr.) offers a reflection on the space we leave behind. With no grand declarations or ruined idols, Legacy speaks to a life lived with clarity and humility, leaving room for remembrance without burden.

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