Profound Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne

Rather rich or poor.
We all are on borrowed time.
What will you be remembered for?
Is it love or war?
Yes the very day we were born into existence.
Is the exact time accountabilty began for us.
We are all cut from the fabric.
Be it morning, noon, or night, .
Wer'e all a part of destiny.
Our legacy is established.
Have you sent someone to heaven, or worse hell.
Don't you know?
Or are you afraid to tell?
Love is ineed nationwide.
Excercise your right, remember it's a gift we didn't earn.
Not preaching.. but I hope I made you understand.
Love all Mankind! !