Monday, November 25, 2013


   The aim, I’d say, is that you’ll end up glad,
   When life is through, about the trip you’ve had,
   With few regrets over mistakes you’ve made,
   And that the cards you held were all well played.

   You sought out your potentialities
   Then cultivated your capacities
   Until you reaped the fruits of all your labors,
   Happy enough to share them with your neighbors,

        And it was ever foremost in your mind
        That our first duty’s always to be kind.