Heir to a fortune
Master of a foundation
Owner of an academy
Mayor of the people, and then
Governor too.
This is how they know me.
Once in a blue moon I stop to
Ask myself: And what am I?
Known by nothing but
Faint marks on the world.
Some things just come to some--
But not Paradise!
I rushed about with my work in life
While the others spend their nights in prayer.
I had no mother to care for in her old age, nor a father.
I had two daughters, pathway to paradise,
But how many years did I raise them
Before they shot me, and I died?
Keeper of a fortune
Master of a foundation
Candidate for the presidency
What faint marks on this transitionary earth.
The one thing I grant myself to give me hope
Is that, with all I had and was, I tried.
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