Life Worthwhile Poem by William Coyne

If each our fathom of another's love
were water by Divine Grace, 'twould not brim
so much as the tiniest China teacup.
The daily drinking throughout our lives
until our end, in us shall find no fill,
for this serum endlessly floods the soul
and so leaves our spirit to distill.

So pour we out onto a page our verse
or prose, for the better or for the worse,
our lines and teardrops of agony
or joy, to dry and to stand long witness
the endless filling of poor hungry souls
with love received in humble daily serving,
offered without the required deserving.

To pass these sentiments fairly along,
in letters and verses, in prose or song,
records not only one life, but all life
that is worth living, and is worth giving,
if nothing more than to pronounce to life
itself that our Being is more than a smile,
that we are onto ourselves worthwhile.