Who will carry my torch? Poem, by Jeremy Leach, at My poetic side

Who will carry my torch onwards when I am gone?

And take the marks I’ve made in life and move them on

To read the words I wrote with care and pondered over long

To nurse my tiny flame of existence, that faintly shone

Who carries a torch for the souls who are long forgotten?

The millions of faded faces on a myriad of paths trodden

To remember their passions, loves and lessons that life had begotten

To cherish their drops of wisdom, and to pass on their batons

There can be no conceit in needing your stamp on life embossed

For to hide your light under a bushel is to depart at a sad cost

When the humble gems of stories and sweet memories get forever lost

And ideas, revelations, thoughts and conclusions are all turned to dust

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Soman Ragavan July 2nd, 2023 08:54
My comments on the poem "Who will carry my torch ?” by Jeremy Leach

This is a matter that many poets think about. What will happen to their legacies after their death ? In the past, poets left back a pile of papers. Now we have the Internet, that archives stuff permanently. Even in our lifetime, our works get to be known. Still, poets wonder what will happen to their writings. Everything will turn to dust. “A book is the only immortality.” Quoted in : Sam Phillips : "3000 proverbs." New Delhi : Goodwill Publishing House, c 2017. Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders. The Internet is even better. It has endless archiving capacities. Soman Ragavan. 2 July, 2023 //
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