Pondering A Legacy Poem by Quinn Graw

South words
popped into my mind
random words
living as a flat lander
growing up where
I thought was blander.
Gone a few places
living in the Peace Country is no disgrace
while memories and regrets linger
where one knows his place
let not the past malinger.
the days of the sand timer
fewer at the top
dropping faster and faster
the sand pile of memories below grows.
I'd reckon the people who you help
make the world a bit better after you're gone.
The profound changes are subtle and deep
for those who you touched may weep
as one day arrives your final sleep.