Never measure life by possessions,
Measure it by the hearts you touched,
The smiles you created and the love you shared.
For wealth may fade and treasures rust,
It's kindness and joy that truly last.
The warmth of a hand, a gentle word,
Are the richest gifts the world has heard.
Count the laughter softly sown,
The comfort given when one’s alone.
In each embrace and thoughtful deed,
Life’s real riches you will heed.
So let your legacy not be gold,
But memories bright and stories told.
Let your days be marked and spared
By the hearts you touched and the love you shared.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: May love, joy and peace be with you all.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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Comments4
Good write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
A marvelous message Andy that I could not agree more with and is a fave
Thank you Soren, very much appreciated.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
Strip a line, stretch several others, rearrange the rhyme and you have another sonnet there, Andy.....and you know how I'd comment.....
Very true Dave, but this is the way it came from my mind. Thank you.
Andy
Weren't a minister of religion or a priest in an earlier life were you?
I was a Chaplain in the Sea Cadets for a while Dave but that belief in organised religion is now seen as a complete farce.
Andy
Still beams through 😊
A beautiful write, Andy.
Thank you Jerry, much appreciated.
Andy
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