THE TRUE MEANING OF LIFE
by Patricia A. Fleming
The Years have passed by,In the blink of an eye,Moments of sadness,And joy have flown by.
People I loved,Have come and have gone,But the world never stopped,And we all carried on.
Life wasn't easy,And the struggles were there,Filled with times that it mattered,Times I just didn't care.
I stood on my own,And I still found my way,Through some nights filled with tears,And the dawn of new days.
And now with old age,It's become very clear,Things I once found important,Were not why I was here.
And how many things,That I managed to buy,Were never what made me,Feel better inside.
And the worries and fears,That plagued me each day,In the end of it all,Would just fade away.
But how much I reached out,To others when needed,Would be the true measure,Of how I succeeded.
And how much I shared,Of my soul and my heart,Would ultimately be,What set me apart.
And what's really important,Is my opinion of me,And whether or not,I'm the best I can be.
And how much more kindness,And love I can show,Before the Lord tells me,It's my time to go.
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