The following is written in inspiration from a long conversation i had last night. it is written also for this person =>

The Measure of Me

written by: me

How do others measure me?

By the glories of my past?

The actions of my present?

The plans of my unspoken future?

The medals of my game?

The degree of my literature?

The beauty of my wife?

The pedigree of my children?

The granduer of my house?

The trail of dust my car leave behind?

Or is it by the height of my tombstone,

where the metals of my game,
the paper of my literature,
the wrinkles of my wife,
the growth of my children
the rubbles of my house
the scraps of my car

comes in naught.

I will tell you how i measure me.

By the lives ive tried to inspire and change

By the days ive lived in happiness

By every moment i have not crumbbled to pain and death.


Above all

By the knowledge that my heart feels love. as much as pain

By the seconds i stay alive and well

In all the units of measurement of the world

This is how i measure myself