The flame of life is burning low
What is left behind depends on you
Do you let the fire go out with your life
Or do you leave something behind you
From the ashes there can be renewed hope
For the generations yet to come
It's only an ending if you want it to be
Or from the ash and the fading sparks
It can be the memories that you want to pass on
Part of your heart
However be prompt, the flame is fading
You have little time to make yourself heard
Remember from the smoldering ash
Sparks new beginnings
The past is burnt through
The ashes are your second chance
That will make your life worth something
When the ashes cool
There will be no hope
Act now
Your life is measured by
What you leave behind for others
About the Creator
Susan Payton
I love to write in every venue. I am 75 years old and try to make every day count,. I am learning a great deal about poetry on Vocal, and I am glad to be here.
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