My Turn

What mark was made?
The bloom in fade.
Anyone remember
Last September?

As I pass through,
Moving to pursue
A wispy thread of focus
Pulled from an inner locus.

Those along the way,
Many words they had to say.
Different paths to pick and choose
Whether to win or win to lose.

My shadow cools a place
So fine across your loving face.
And in your eyes I see
Some thoughts we can agree.

Perhaps I've taught you to be kind
Or how to stretch your able mind.
Maybe I've learned something too,
A way to see I never knew.

The days they come and go.
Who we've touched, we never know.
In the end, prints in the grass
Have left a path for you to pass.

I won't be there, but still I'll know
What I have left somehow bestow
A little dent made on this earth
And in the end, is all it's worth.

6/12/26
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