Things - Poem by Mark Anderson
Things I thought I wanted,
Things I thought I lacked.
Things I thought brought happiness,
Turned out to be far from that.
I journeyed through my early life,
Seeking pride and recognition.
Now I understand the things,
It means to be a whole person.
It's not success, glory, money nor pride,
Nor pleasure derived.
For these are inward reflections of ourselves.
Like looking out but seeing in,
trapped within a mirrored jewel,
with no spirit nor guidance to where I've been.
Turning the mirrors outward:
Reflecting noble thoughts and caring for others.
Taking a moment to say 'thank you' or 'I Iove you',
When some would consider it a bother.
Seconds, minutes, hours and days,
We are just a fragile moment away,
From life to spirit, thought and memory.
Let's fill the cup of life,
With all things good today.
It is the relationships we leave,
that is the lasting impression of our life.
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