I’ll be going soon

leaving witnesses

to my life -

people with specialist knowledge

of some parts of me

but no one

has it all.


I let my mind wander

into the future

planting seeds of life

in grandchildren

picturing a line of progeny

galloping into infinity

with my hair.


Strangers will claim


make connections

perhaps even seek me out

on paper

in pictures –

I am leaving a trail

of my existence.

The End

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