No Legacy

8-word prompt for June

The sands in the hourglass mean nothing to me.
Time—that great symbol of the masculine—has no status here;
it could deliver death to my door
and it would hold neither favor nor disdain.
It is not the hands of time that control me
but the lack of legacy;
that the fruit of my efforts rots in the winds
and brings me to my knees in despair.




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