I know the world will spin on without me

  it never stops for anyone, not even thee.

  Yet what I fear most is being forgotten,

  an existence erased, thy legacy rotten.

  I've left my mark, but shall it endure?

  Will it fade away, of this I’m not sure.

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  For I have loved, lost, laughed, and cried,

  but will thy memory, in others reside?

  I leave behind a world that won't miss me,

  But it’s this writers hope someone will see

  the good I've done and the love I've shared

  and that efforts were made because I cared.

  And though my time here was but a breath,

  thy will hopefully be recalled long after death.