I was overwhelmed with emotion as I stood today
In the office of a friend who recently passed away
How many hours had he spent there alone?
Emotions and thoughts that will never be known
Labors of passion with a unique expression
Dreams and ideas from a vivid imagination
Letters and awards proudly declare his name
Pictures and clippings with much more of the same
I saw throughout the years how his creativity grew
As those walls tell a story only a few people knew
Every frame and phrase contains a cherished memory
A collection of visions and deeds they call a legacy
To some just a box of junk with no room to store
But this was his identity the deepest part of his core
As the dust now settles on the desk and shelves
Will we consider the canvas we are painting of ourselves?
Life begins as a blank page within our new spirit
Then steadily with our decisions, we proceed to fill it
Eventually, our own journey will rest in silence
But will we leave a compass for a seekers guidance?
What is the true value of a calling and profession?
Or the eternal worth for a lifetime of expression?
Someday our life will also be gathered and thrown away
Instead of hope being recycled for another day
I am filled with sadness yet desire to know more
As I ponder about my canvas and slowly close the door
The canvas of life – Billy Holland
Poetry
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This is so lovely and melancholy. The ultimate question of the legacy we all leave behind ( because we are all leaving one way or the other) is the one that scares a lot of people. But I think we all need to have faith that the people who love us will preserve our memories and that one day, when all is over, we could be at peace 🙂 thanks for this !