When the air leaves my chest and the stories all end,
I don’t want a title, a status, or a trend.
Don’t talk about the money or the soil where I stepped,
Or the digital numbers that the algorithms kept.
When I die,
Let the records show more than a list of my things,
More than the gold or the shine that life brings.
In a world moving fast, looking down on the slow,
In a world that says “No” before you can grow,
I want to be known as the hand in the dust,
The one who built platforms on kindness and trust.
When I die,
Remember the voices that finally broke through,
The ones who were silenced, the weary, the few.
I want to be the reason a fighter stood tall,
The shadow who caught them before they could fall.
Don’t call me the richest, the “best,” or the “great,”
Just call me the one who helped carry the weight.
Let them say I was a bridge over canyons of doubt,
The one who stayed quiet just to hear a scream out.
I want to be remembered for the times I stayed still,
To climb up the valley when they couldn’t reach the hill.
Not for the medals or the polished glass shelf,
But for the way that I gave every piece of myself.
When I die,
Think of the strangers who found a new spark,
The ones I met briefly while wandering the dark.
I don’t want my legacy written in ink,
But in the souls I pulled back from the edge of the brink.
I want the widows and orphans to look at the sky,
And know there was good in the world passing by.
When I die,
Don’t count the cars or the clothes or the fame,
Count the prayers that were whispered in back of my name.
Don’t post a picture because I was known,
But because of a seed of hope that was sown.
Let my actions be proof that my words weren’t a lie,
That I lived for the “Give” and not for the “Buy.”
Don’t look at my bank, look at the eyes I made bright,
The ones who were lost and then found their own light.
I want my life to be a lesson in grace,
A warmth that remains when I’ve left this space.
I didn’t just pass through, I didn’t just stay,
I cleared out the thorns so that others could play.
I didn’t just exist in a world made of stone,
I built something soft for the hearts all alone.
So, as the lights fade and the curtains descend,
I’m asking you now, as a brother and friend:
When your breath leaves your body and travels to shore…
What will you be remembered for?
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