I was here

We each have bones beneath our flesh

A brain we did not choose

A heart that fills our veins with blood

A body we’ll eventually lose

We all have feelings hard to handle

Thoughts difficult to let go

Memories haunting our consciousness

But one thing we should know

We have a choice to embrace

And explore the life we’re living

We can choose to always be spiteful

Or choose to be forgiving

We can choose to loathe our reflections

Belittle ourselves each day

Or choose to be slightly kinder

Learn to value the steps we take

We can choose to neglect our gardens

Never sow our seeds

Or we can choose to plant our flowers

And help others pick their weeds

We can could leave nothing behind

Subtly fade and disappear

Or we can choose to make an impact

Leave a sign marked “I was here”

SWD 02/2018

Updated 05/2018

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Matt says:

    A brilliant message, beautifully shared.
    Sadly, far too many people tend their own gardens, and toss the pulled weeds over their neighbour’s fence.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Beautiful poem very inspiring

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Very well penned, a lovely sentiment behind your words. šŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Tina says:

    Love it. šŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

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