Our Claim To Fame
At death’s door we close our eyes on living.
Good we’ve done is our only claim to fame.
Lives we’ve helped to better through our giving,
are the heavenly fortitudes to name.
Questions asked regarding human treatment,
allow the soul to stand before their God.
Attesting acts of kindness were so frequent,
for just loving their brother wasn’t hard.
Yet, even in our passing hour we ponder,
Have I done anything of which I’m shame?
Fearful of approaching unknown yonder.
Are there enough good-deeds which I can claim?
Joys we brought others are our claims to fame.
“God, I left them smiling and not in pain.”
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