Before I Return to the Earth

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My emotions fell silent years ago,

Like rivers that forgot where they should flow.

No resurrection do I wait to see,

Just thoughts that never set me free.

***

The mind still speaks, the burdens stay,

While time steals another day.

My hair turns grey, my strength may fade,

And life moves on, as all things must.

***

I know my days are not my own,

No soul can claim time as a throne.

So before I turn to dust once more,

I ask what I was living for.

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Must I exist for myself alone?

Chase fleeting dreams and call them home?

Or can I give, before I depart,

Something that matters beyond my heart?

***

I seek no crown, no immortal name,

No worldly praise, no lasting fame.

I seek a path that does no harm,

A truth that holds, a purpose calm.

***

If Nature speaks, I wish to hear;

If Earth needs care, I wish to be near.

If God has woven a greater design,

Let my purpose somehow align.

***

I have weighed the truth, the wrong, the right,

Through endless thought and sleepless night.

I stand with courage, firm and clear,

Not ruled by comfort, doubt, or fear.

***

Yet I am small, and may not know

The full design of all that grows.

So let me stand, but still be wise,

With open hands and open eyes.

***

For I do not merely wish to live,

Nor take from life all it can give.

I want my presence here on Earth

To leave behind some trace of worth.

***

And when at last my days are done,

When I return to dust and sun,

Let not my life be measured by its length,

But by the purpose it gave me strength to fulfill.

***

I do not ask for endless days,

Nor seek the world to know my name.

I ask to live in truth, in meaningful ways-

And leave the Earth better than when I came.

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