A true measure for V.K.Harris

poem in rhyming quatrains

 

A true measure

 

The measure of a life is not

 the length of time from birth to death.

Nor the possessions you have got

 or what you say with your last breath

 

But what you did whilst you were here.

The joy and happiness you shared

with those you loved and held most dear.

With total strangers if you dared.

 

If all your kind deeds can outweigh

 the things you did which you regret.

As through the world you made your way,

 which folks are willing to forget.

 

Your little foibles faults and flaws

 because you did more good than harm.

As you tried to steer your course

 through the rough waters to the calm.

 

Your worth is only measured by

The memories you leave behind.

this is a truth I can’t deny.

 To which I have become resigned.

 

26-May-08

 

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Reviews

[Carole]

You said so much in your poem, my friend. You have stated an undeniable truth that resonates with the inner man. :-)

[V. K. Harris]

Brilliant, you have brought good in the trying tears of many lifes and time, and understand that positive is much more powerful in a million fold than negative. Thank you my friend I am greatly honored.

[Legion]

A well-crafted poem with a message truthful. If the world in its entirity could but learn this fact, it would be Eden once again. Bravo.