THE WORLD'S RICHEST PLACE (PART TWO OF THE GRAVE)

Yes, the grave!
For buried in the grave are stories untold,
Books unwritten, songs unsung, and ideas unshared,
Heroes unheard off, and intimidated,
Greatmen covered in obscurity,
And inspirations sealed in oblivion,
Within its chambers , sepulchers and tombs,
Lie mighty men, enslaved by the dust of mother-earth,
Champions and winners lifeless are laid, choked by the ashes of burnt dreams,
And the smokes of ideas in flickering flames,

Some embalmed in the unpleasant oils and nauseating scents of poverty,
Others wrapped up in clothes of fear of the unknown,
And others still, covered in expensive attires of acquired riches mistaken for purpose fulfilled,
In its yards, a few lie asleep having been restrained from their dreams by the hands of pessimism,
And the arms of doubt and unbelief,
So, they all lie, from various origins, and citizenry;
Their dreams shattered, their stories untold,
And their names never mentioned,

But will you?
Will you pass through this world,
Sojourn through the universe,
Thread the dusty and sandy paths of life,
And sail the restless seas of mortality,
And transcend unto eternity,
Without leaving behind memories worthy of celebration in the hearts of humanity?
Without leaving behind footprints, perhaps shoeprints, or even knee and palm prints of greatness for your world to follow?
Without buying for yourself a place in history,
Without opening for yourself a page in the annals of time?
And without purchasing for yourself a name in the chronicles of events?
The choice is yours!