Birth
life
Death.
The timetable of your
existence.

There is a space for
my footprint…
Will I leave one?
Maybe.

I want to matter
not just be matter.
I want to be remembered.
But

Eventually I will be forgotten
the part I played reduced to
dust
swept under the carpet.

Do I care about the
next generation?
Do I want them to
thrive
more than I did?

I do.

I will leave a footprint.