Will I die as Silas?
in an unwelcome place
attended by uncaring folk
with pity being the only saving grace
to shine upon my silent ashen face

Will I make my mark, you know
the kind that makes a difference to those
around us
Well at least my children say I have
Lord knows I have made my mark on them
you know the kind that makes a difference

I swear I have tried to do just that
and do it for the better
but still, do our children know what
a mark is?
Probably it is enough that they say
they do
and in saying
they say I have.

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