Inspiration:
Being frustrated at my natural tendency to focus on to-do lists.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
Counts
I can’t help but wonder
if it matters the number
of books that I’ve written or read,
Or check marks in boxes,
gold bars behind lockses,
by the time that I’m under the ground dead.
But if I can’t measure
my life by its pleasure,
how can I know if I’m winning the race?
Life’s not a game
scored with money or fame,
it’s a test of integrity, with grace!
Methinks it’s the places
I’ve put smiles on faces
that make life worth having lived.
And memories made
are less likely to fade
if more than received, I gived.