What will my life be like?
Will it be like a hurricane
That destroys everything in sight,
That no one will ever forget,
And all will forever hate?
Or will it be like the ocean,
Beautiful, majestic, all-important,
That everyone sees and knows
And everyone respects?
Or will my life be like an unturned page,
That never was read
That left no impression,
That touched not a soul?
Maybe...
Maybe it will be like a May breeze,
Short, gentle, and comforting,
So that long after I pass,
People can remember my warmth
Though they may forget me.
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