not all we leave is gold or stone, nor monuments the world has known some legacies are soft and small, yet outlive towers, outlast them all a fleeting smile, a gentle word, a kindness quietly given, unheard a patient hand, a steady guide that walks with someone through the tide a lesson sown in passing days, a spark that lights a thousand ways a love made clear, a courage shown that helps another stand alone these are the gifts no dust can claim, no rust can dim, no years can tame they travel far though we depart as living echoes in a heart the truest mark we ever start is not in marble carved apart but in the silent, sacred part where one soul alters another’s heart and there it glows, serene and bright a borrowed star in someone’s night so though our names may fade from chart, our lives live on in someone’s heart.