The Greater Good

I do not have much to recommend me.

For man is immeasurably flawed.

His fiber and fortune limiting.

But some ancient heritage did convey,

That my own feet would fall,

Amidst a thousand feet who looked and trod like mine.

Burdensome and heavy.

Through muck where beast of burden had not lain,

And time had altered not the substance of abuse.

All we know will pass and who we are forgotten.

Our names an inconvenience to the growing list of record,

And unceasing evolution.

While our actions,

Our willingness to engage and close with;

To stand where others flee,

And afterwards remark quietly,

If at all,

Might become our lasting legacy.

Resonating through impenetrable structures.

Evoking possibility and inspiration,

When hope is diminished or suppressed.

So that when future memory does ponder happenstance,

They will know - in some eternal place -

Life is worth the struggle.

And honorable behavior is a truth created by our every action.