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.