I wonder before your solid grave
How must one think in order to produce greatness as you have?
I close my eyes praying that your soul might touch mine,
so I too may do what I have to do,
and live the way I am meant to live.
I reach out trying to imbibe even just a bit of you.
So I may not waste my mind, my eye, my heart...
so I may be able to leave, upon my own grave,
inspiration for generations...
as you have.
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