Legacy He comes back to look at it one more time “What is your legacy?” The mirror he fronting now Provides a silent tone Is it the humanitarian work That can go to his tombstone? Or is it the pain and love he causes To the ones he connected to? Perhaps the crispy fire he sets out For the evanescent passion And great obsession Only can be tasted alone The devotion of his empire under his feet Will bare to his bone But really, what remains to be known That people will ever remember his time on the throne Sobbing on the wasted time for mindless affairs He now wishes to atone Fifty-four years of living He asks the mirror once again “What is your legacy that should be known?” Share this:TwitterFacebookMorePrintRedditWhatsAppEmailLike Loading... Related Author: Ka Shing Lo Liberate as many as possible, 100% View all posts by Ka Shing Lo