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A place to keep my poems-they are mostly isnpirational |
| My life is a waste, I thought to myself one night. No accomplishments to my name, No lives saved, No lives impacted, By my existance. I wish just once I could reach out And just help somebody, Where they would remember me. A voice spoke in my head, "You have affected many. However, you are unaware Of what you did. "Do you remember the girl last month, Who did not have enough Money at the store? It was only change. But she remembered, And will grow up to Be very generous. "Do you remember the boy Who fell off his bike last month? You helped him clean his knee And put a band aid on. It was only a scrape. But he remembered, And will grow up to Be a Doctor. "Do you remember yesterday, At the library where you helped A teen find something to read? It was only a book. But he remembered, And will grow up to Be a famous author. "You see," said the Lord God. "Your life is not a waste. You have touched many people. They will not be What they are in the future If not for you." |