The measure of a life is not <br /> the length of time from birth to death. <br />Nor the possessions you have got <br /> or what you say with your last breath <br /> <br />But what you did whilst you were here. <br />The joy and happiness you shared <br />with those you loved and held most dear. <br />With total strangers if you dared. <br /> <br />If all your kind deeds can outweigh <br /> the things you did which you regret. <br />As through the world you made your way, <br /> and folks are willing to forget. <br /> <br />Your little foibles faults and flaws <br /> because you did more good than harm. <br />As you tried to steer your course <br /> through the rough waters to the calm. <br /> <br />Your worth is only measured by <br />The memories you leave behind. <br />this is a truth I can’t deny. <br /> To which I have become resigned. <br /> <br />26-May-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-true-measure-for-j-t-ellison/
