What Matters Most?
As I approach the finish line of what we call life,
Will I look back on all the joys or only the strife?
I am beginning to reach this stage of my lifelong journey,
So, I choose to remember the good times and not the worries.
My first date with my wife, when she asked me.
The birth of my children, one, two, three.
Those who still by my side, will be my best friends,
These are the memories I will take to the end,
What matters most, cannot be bought, or sold,
Who cares about things, when you get incredibly old?
I hope my mind is still clear and full of imagination,
And as I talk to others, I want to give them inspiration.
Beauty will not matter; my wrinkled hands show that has long passed.
Stacks of books in my closet, show fame did not last.
My sight will not matter, it is already tough to see,
My hips are titanium and I get up at night four times, just to go pee.
If my body parts are worth anything when I finally go,
They can keep what is left; I will get new ones I know.
I will want to think I made a difference in others’lives,
So, when I get to heaven, there will be no surprise.