Laying alone in this room.

No one else around.

Will they come to pay their last respects,

Or remain an empty room?

Sadness fills the halls,

Failing to see the celebration.

When my time has come,

I hope to have left my mark.

Thoughts of the past,

Now anew.

Do nothing,

All I need to do.

My mark etched…

In every stone

From here

To Nantucket…but I did nothing.