by Anabell Aguilar
January 02, 2015

from YouTube Website

link sent by JMGA







Poem by Michael Josephson
Taken from the Documentary Film

"A Beautiful Truth"

For each of us, eventually,

whether we're ready or not,

someday, it will come to an end.


There will be no more sunrises, or sunsets.

No minutes, hours, or days.


All the things you collected,

whether treasured or forgotten,

will pass to someone else.


Your wealth, fame, and temporal power

will shrivel to irrelevance.


It will not matter what you owned, or owed.


Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies

will finally disappear.


So to your hopes, ambitions, plans,

and to-do lists will expire.


The wins and loses that once seemed so important,

will fade away.


It won't matter where you came from,

or what side of the tracks you lived in the end.


It won't matter if you're beautiful or brilliant.

Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.


So what will matter?


How will the value of your days be measured?


What will matter is not what you bought,

but what you built.


Not what you got, but what you gave.


What will matter is not your success,

but your significance.


What will matter is not what you learned,

but what you taught.


What will matter is every act of integrity,

compassion, courage or sacrifice


That enriched, empowered,

or encouraged others to emulate your example.


What will matter is not your competence,

but your character.


What will matter is not how many people you knew,

but how many feel a lasting loss when you're gone.


What will matter is not your memories,

but the memories that lived in those that loved you.


A life lived that matters

is not of circumstance,

but of choice...



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