When I'm gone, what will be said about me
When my eyes are closed, my body motionless; no breathe in me.
When I no longer make decisions myself, when all I see (or not) is eternity,
will it be said that:
Righteousness, justice and equity were his watchwords,
That he never oppressed the poor nor the weak,
That he gave reasons to people to want to live,
That he thread where angels fear to thread and came out unscathed.
That he left the world better than he met it,
That others are modelling their lives after his.
Will all these be said about me when I'm gone?
I guess only time will tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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