Twenty years in which to learn
Lessons great in value
Twenty years to be aware
Of what is real or untrue
All this time; I wonder if
I've spent it well enough
And what have I to show for it…
Is it merely piles of stuff?
Or something one can't easily grasp
Such as the love we covet
Given freely to someone
No misgivings or regret
By what scale, then, should we measure
The thing we call success?
I think it should be measured by
The people we have blessed
And how we've shown to those behind
The way to live a life
With grace and kind abidance
Through the times of trial and strife
June, 2005 (Written just before my 20 year high school reunion!)
Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2008
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