Pebbles

In the spring of life I had a plan,
I wished the world to cheer,
I wanted future folks to know,
That I had once been here.

I dreamed of great accomplishments,
Of glories in the field,
I’d outdo all my rivals and,
I simply would not yield.

Today I’m in my autumn years,
And I’ve achieved no fame,
No statue has my visage, nor
A plaque that bears my name.

But through the years my views have changed,
I’ve found a better way,
That simple kindness to someone,
Can build a better day.

The average person has his woes,
And own internal strife,
A kindness will improve his day,
And a day can change a life.

Like a pebble dropped into a pond,
And you watch the ripples flow,
So kindnesses repeat themselves,
And cause good will to grow.

I find great satisfaction now,
In recognizing worth,
And helping other folks to see,
Their value here on earth.

When winter comes, and I am gone,
I hope I’ve sown the seed,
I wish them to remember,
Not the doer, but the deed