The words and deeds of men echo long after they put there foot into the grave. Our actions go on forever, our voice is always heard in the habits of our children.
When is it to late to cry? At what time does the grave scroll our actions into stone? Everyday is not to be lived as if it were our last, but as if it went on forever.
Life should be lived with a smile. Life should be lived with with others in mind Beautiful things our meant to be appreciated not consumed. People are meant to cry People are meant to laugh. Our time is more valuable then our money. Our life is more than numbers on paper. Our life is forever our time is short.
And tonight when your head rests in to your pillow and your eyes shut. And you are taken away to another place. Will you be comfortable when you get there?
You pose a eye opening perspective about how we make priorities in life, and you manage to represent this perespective through a series of basic truths that we tend to forget. There seem to be a r strong eligious undercurrent present in this piece as well. It kind of make me wonder if maybe this poem came from some great epiphany you've just had from a lot of soul searching?