We prepare for life as children, life is so short, only moments
long.
We stand on the edge clasping hands in friendship, doing for
each other what we would like done for us.
Sharing, believing in a better world through volunteering,
taking time to help and understand each other as final moments
come so suddenly upon us.
Daily, appreciation and thanks come our way, helping to pave
our paths towards heaven.
Behind the thank yous are hidden wonderful people who do the
good deeds so deserving of the praise they receive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good deeds are paths to heaven, right,