I wonder what legacy I will leave behind.
Just a man who lived to serve
the interest of family and friends
or a man whose fantasies have yet to be fulfilled.
I'm not old, but I have lived.
Just a son becoming a father.
Ensuring the continuance of the blood line.
As son lusted after woman, father watches over his own so none may lust for her.
As father pushed son to greatness, I allow mine to be great in their time.
My legacy is being written as I move towards the light of heaven.
As the light brings me closer, more of me is left in their lives
No matter what they become, my legacy is assured.
And I die content.

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