To Be Loved Poem by Tom Zart

Those who wish to be, not forgotten
Just days after they're dead and gone.
Must sing such things worth remembering
Or commit acts, worth passing on.


We think highly of those who create
Goodness and beauty around them.
But those who squander their lives away
Our predictions for them are grim.

The fame of people should always be
Estimated by the means they used.
It's human breath that promotes most fame
Often unwholesome and abused.

The perfume of good deeds projects fame
Performed by those with great passion.
Not by persons in corrupt temples
Whose honesty, they must ration.

The worst curse that one can endure
Are those who just wish to take.
When all we give is our own love
To find out we've made a mistake.

Of all the prizes life may bring
To be loved is by far the best.
That's why so many search for it
For without love, what good is the rest?

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By God's Poet
Tom Zart
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