Live With Love Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The clock ticks low, our journey nears the end,
The gold we saved, no comfort can it lend.

The houses grand, the clothes we wore with pride,
Are just things left, when we will
step outside.

But gentle hands that helped another soul,
A listening ear that made someone feel whole.

The love we shared, the laughter and the tears,
Will blossom still, throughout the coming years.

A kindness shown, a moment truly kind,
These are the treasures we will leave behind.

So live with love, and give with open heart,
That light, not things, will play the lasting part.

Tor M Solvang