All That Matters

When all that matters shall be written down
And the long record of our years is told,
Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold;
When the tomb closes on our fair renown
And priest and layman, sage and motleyed clown
Must quit the places which they dearly hold,
What to our credit shall we find enscrolled?
And what shall be the jewels of our crown?
I fancy we shall hear to our surprise
Some little deeds of kindness, long forgot,
Telling our glory, and the brave and wise
Deeds which we boasted often, mentioned not.
God gave us life not just to buy and sell,
And all that matters is to live it well.

by Edgar Albert Guest

Comments (2)

Popeye the sailor summed it up with this: 'I yam what I yam, I'm Popeye the sailor-man.'
Yes Connie, You are You and I really like this composure and the creative way you describe ones self in poetic form. Just like Sally stated its always best to be the you that you are and not what others want us to be. Now I have to Thank You for sharing a little of your passion for words of poetry with All of Us and for giving Ua All a little of You. Wonderful Poem. As I end this here comment I have a small request for you which is, will you please keep your poetic pens ink flowing so your wonderful words of poetry keeps growing. Your Friend, Mickey Pig Knuckles :)