My Place In History


Old soul I am,
wondering lifetime after lifetime,
each step has been taken
with caution and care.

Every word I have spoken
is a voice lost to history,
yet I am not that important
where history will remember my name,
I will not be engraved
on every mouth nor page.

I am like dust in the wind,
my name will float away
the moment I pass away.
I will take with me a piece of yourself,
for life is connected by DNA.

Yet still the markers I have left behind
will remind those whom I touched
how I changed and what I have taught.

With that said,
history will bear my name.

© By Amanda D Shelton

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