A life with purpose doesn't fade away,
The thoughts we share keep growing past our climb,
Though we are gone, our dreams will find their way,
In those we've touched, they live beyond our time,
Ideas we plant can blossom in the new,
Taking on shapes we never could foresee,
So even when our time on earth is through,
They carry on in those who will believe,
A life well-lived will never truly end,
It lives in words and acts we choose to send.
Though bodies fade, the thoughts we leave behind,
In hearts and minds, forever they will bind.
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