After I've taken my final breath
Will the world wonder where I've gone
When it's time for me to live my death
Will the light I've lit be shone
In this world can a man be great
Or does only foolishness prevail
As we argue the long standing debate
The world seems to love those who fail
Greatness lies in a darkened cave
But no one seems to want to seek
To venture inside you must be brave
But with cowards appointed the futures bleak
Is it right for my judgement to be passed
Or should my thoughts be left unsaid
Is it just hope for those who've come last
Or should my words be left unread
In invite you to read my poem, What Becomes Of Words Without Breath, written along what seem a to be a common thread. I often wonder the same things you have pondered. Well done write. PEACE
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This poem is great either in form or deep meaning. The idea that showing his knowledge, experience and view is very important either during life or after.