Legacy: November 1, 1989
A new found gift
given freely to all
maybe my poems will give a lift
to someone somewhere
The final gift of a life
a remembrance of pain
that I have felt
showing life in all lights
A final gift of love
the sweetest feeling of all
I hope to touch some heart
with God's special love
Oh my poems are a legacy
but I don't know to whom
because as my life goes on
the legacy will grow
My life and times
may seem a little strange
life is what you make it
for wide is life's range
An answer must be found
to the world's problems
I am only one man
doing what I can
One life is not all
there is in this world
for all that I can see
are parts of the legacy
God created this world
spreading flowers everywhere
giving the birds their songs
that brightens any day
But none of these compare to
God's greatest legacy to us
He gave Jesus, His only Son
to die for our sins
What of life does a poet know
life is a sacred art
the memories that I made
will with time eventually fade
My poems are just a part
of my spirit and soul
that comes from my heart
a part of my legacy
This legacy is just a simple thing
these words seem to sing
I just want to leave behind
a small part of myself
My troubles are not too big
and maybe they are only trivial
they are a part of my life
and a part of my legacy
I wonder of the meaning
of any one's life
is it good or bad
happy or sad
Life is not a game
but it is a gamble
funny how things turn out
and how the pieces fit
I may not be like you
in the ways of my life
any life is sacred to me
and must be kept that way
Strange the way time is
as it keeps on charging by
carrying us all in its stream
the ones too busy to notice
A simple world of advice
from this one poet
take time to smell the roses
before time sweeps you away
Hopes and fears
dreams and realities
all rule my life
for good or evil
Oh I know of these
for my life is legion
different lives in one
the story is legacy
A simple man's dream
to write of the things
that I have seen
and my hopes for tomorrow
Hopes bright and full
of a new world coming
a legacy of older days
of peace and quiet
I am a simple man
lost in the streams of time
leaving behind a legacy
which are these poems
Poems cannot change the world
only people can do that
but they can shed a light
to help show the way
Paul Vernon Deffendall
November 1, 1989
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