Dont number it by the days By the months, by the years But by the things that are done The path walked, battles won. In this is found the definition Of who I am, who I was, And by this mark it is a full life, A rich life, now done. Dont number it by the days By the months, by the years Summer can be fleeting But it matters not. Mark it by the fact that I was never afraid Through the sorrow and tears And the challenge of each day I stood the challenge, Faced the fear And fear found me unafraid. And let them say Not that it was a short life, Such a terrible waste; But that it was a life lived And loved with quiet determination A good heart, gentle grace. We are marked by the quality of those we loved And those we loved are marked by us. And so we live on in the hearts Of those that follow when we are dust; We live on in the hearts of those that still love When we are done. For we are not defined by something so cold As time nor chance, but by the hold We leave upon the hearts weve touched, We live on within the hearts weve loved; Within the hearts that love us Dont number it by the days By the months, by the years But by the life, but by the love But by the heart, but by the tears; I have lived life, I was not afraid. -for David.
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 08:54:12 +0000
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