If I’m going to be hated,
Let it be for my own sins.
I don’t want to be remembered for
Some other person’s things.

To be famous for lip-service,
Or else, loved for just agreeing,
Doesn’t seem worth celebrating,
Or, I’m somehow just not seeing

Why it’s good and advantageous
Just to mark your time on Earth.
If I’m going to be remembered,
At least judge me on my worth.

I’m not claiming I’m uncommon.
No philosophy around it.
Just remember me for leaving this world
Better than I found it.

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