What Becomes Us
Life is all too short to not become
A better you, that one someone
Who chased your dreams and in the end
Could say you took your time to tend
To needs of others who had far less
A helping hand though penniless
Rich you'd be for giving more
On Earth leaving treasure yours stored
Upon their heart where life is scored
Faults all have and with these too
No less you'd be for following through
Because you gave maybe of something
To build upon where one had nothing
Through actions yours you sacrifice
A part giving someone insight
Including you who thought fell short
This gift unseen before judgments court
Struggle you may, grasping at straws
At times fruitless but Murphy's law
Will come to play where sow one will
A garden grand once bitter pill
In short what does become of us
Becomes better for it, a plus
Where negative once ruled your soul
Take heart in this, take precious hold
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