When This Tent Is Folded

When this body, a shoddy tent, Is folded and tucked away, Of no more use, it’s value spent, Only memories left as communique. What remarkable gifts did it leave? Did it accomplish any good? Will it be known just for its ease, Or did it do everything it could? Was it an intense and shining light, That helped others upon the Path, Showing passage in the night, To escape the world’s evil wrath? Will it be known for moral integrity, Compassion and solace to those in need? How many in the sea of community Will know any of its worthy deeds? Did it stand against the storms, Braving opposition that souls be served? When flooded by nefarious norms, Did it miraculously stronger emerge?