Legacy Poem by Amanda Purczynski

Legacy



She is not proactive.
She doesn't chase her prey.
She knows that with time,
or accident,
or illness,
they'd fall into her embrace.
Some come running
and she welcomes them home.
Everyone came to her eventually,
so she let fate rule.
Loved, feared
and hated.
She is the poet of her land
with no knowledge
of her own people.
Her legacy left
on plaques
across the world.

Thursday, April 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Herbert Poetry 24 April 2014

A golden legacy on a poem

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success