I was here

We have bones beneath our flesh

A brain we did not choose

A heart that fills our veins with blood

A body we will eventually lose

We have feelings hard to handle

Thoughts we forget to let go

Memories haunting our consciousness

But one thing we should know

We have a choice to accept

And explore the life we are living

We can choose to always be spiteful

Or choose to be forgiving

We can choose to loathe our reflections

Hate ourselves each day

Or choose to be a little kinder

Value each step 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 choose to leave nothing behind

Subtly fade and disappear

Or we can choose to make an impact

To leave a sign marked “I was here”

SW 02/2018

2 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

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