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Our simple acts may be the warp and weft
Of the substance of our lives, what is left
Beyond the gifts and wills, the trusts and estates
After our belles lettres or plein air landscapes
What if our day to day actions, in the long slog
Of life are our lasting legacy, our true song?
© by Kevin Arnold.
Used with the author's permission.
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Kevin Arnold holds an MFA in Creative Writing from San Jose State University. His newest book is Do Not Think Badly of Me (Manzanita Writers Press). Kevin was named "Writer of the Year" by the California Writer's Club. He lives in the San Francisco Bay area, where he enjoys enjoys skiing, horses, competitive tennis, and duplicate bridge. Learn more about him at www.kevinarnoldauthor.com.
 
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Mary Lou Taylor:
Beautiful!
Posted 12/31/2018 02:21 PM
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Janet Leahy:
I will make a copy of this poem and put it where i can see it each day as a reminder of what is important.
Thanks Kevin
Posted 12/31/2018 11:45 AM
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wordartdjc:
I so agree, What remains at the end, but the good we have tried to do for others?
Posted 12/31/2018 08:50 AM
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cork:
My life has become a tapestry.
Posted 12/31/2018 08:45 AM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful idea!
Posted 12/31/2018 07:33 AM
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Larry Schug:
I think it's a good idea to live in the way this poem expresses so well with so few words.
Posted 12/31/2018 07:23 AM
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