Ronald G. Coleman
Poem by Ronald G. Coleman
If I suddenly died this very day,
What would my mark have been,
A legacy of acrimony, of life passe,
Or the envy of every man?
My choice is made, the stage is set,
At the break of each morning's dawn,
Whether to use my wiles and gifts - or not as yet,
And forge a path thereon.
Comments about Legacy by Ronald G. Coleman
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Read poems about / on: life