Why Was I Here? Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

A deep and subtle legacy
I took into my grave.
My thoughts were gliders soaring high
More classic than the Greek.

My ports the dusty sidewalks were
That is a poet's curse.
Those same prosaic sidewalks now
Take home my hallowed hearse.

Chorus
(They didn't grasp my special quest
And I avoided their infection.
I only wanted what was best
And took my own direction.)

Now that I'm gone, I'm sure there's one
Who'll read my truth and say
This surely was a noble soul.
Why did he go away?

Posthumous love is better than none
Dissolved will be my fear
As voices ring and gently sing
Why was he here?