The death of the empty (for Steve Jobs)

Here, when The Empty dies
We cry a little. Just a little.
And then we drink, drum, dance
And recount their great deeds
So the living will not forget.

The common die with all or most
Of their dreams still in them.
They die full. Losers. Cowards.
Procrastinators. Full of excuses.
We don’t even notice when they go.
But you, you died empty: The way
The great do.

And may your soul rest in peace.
(For Steve Jobs, because he truly lived).

Now some photos to cheer you up:
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Comments

this is so true: dying full and dying empty. I choose the latter.
yeh said…
Is the poem an original piece? Love it!
Nana, dying empty should be everyone's dream
Yeh, it is an original piece. I'm glad you like it :)
The world has lost a great man and it is the least tribute I can pay him
Every picture ssid what i can do. Nana, dying empty should be everyone's dream