Measured,Weighed

If a man needs rewarded in the end for deeds he should do by conscience there is something wrong with him.

Becky and I

Neither birth, nor death, escape pain

it starts with the babe's cry

Men wax and wane, throughout their reign

in the end just to die

 

 Through heat and cold we push onward

like Lemmings to the sea

Ever shore-ward, ever nor-ward

and on to victory

 

The weeks pass by without delay

and with them countless tears

As most I'd say, lament the day

that their months turned to years

 

What makes man something to behold

is not the after-life

It's in the gold, of stories told

and arms of the good wife

 

We need no promise from above

to tell us we'll be paid

By joys hereof, through souls we love

is man then measured weighed

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Author's Note

It has always bothered me the idea of being paid in the end for our good deeds that is. If a man needs rewarded in the end for deeds he should do by conscience there is something wrong with him. Kindness is it's own reward. Kindness is the language the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

As always, Tate, you ponder the imponderable. I don't suppose we'll ever know the answer to your questioning the rights or wrongs of performing good deeds. Suffice it to say that good deeds usually bring about positive results, and these should be reflected in our Karma. Better that than the destructive urges now being played out in the middle east, anyway. And if there is nothing after death, we lose nothing by being magnanimous.

[Tate Morgan]

Pondering the Imponderables I will always do good works because kindness is its own reward Thank you David

[Beccy]

Tate. Your poem is an ethos that all should live by. Kindness, a selfless act, to love unconditionally, bring a reward more precious than all the gold ever mined.

I only wish that ALL of humanity would live their lives in such a way, and sometimes I truly despair.

Beccy.

[Tate Morgan]

Beccy thank you so much i havent been on the cafe much of late I am sorry i didnt answer this for 4 days i simply didnt notice Thank you again

[Eddie Phillips]

Tate I have not been on in a while and I log on and see this. It was a awesome poem that is full of thought and truth. Thank you my friend for these sweet words. Your gift is a true blessing.

[Tate Morgan]

Hey Eddie thank you I must admit I haven't been on either but I am impressed by this guy

[-Scribe in Style-]

It immediately makes me think of the question, 'how many will cry when I die?" - I wake and sleep with this tale that if I can add one more to the count each day, my life will not fail.
How we deal with people and relations is really what matters in the end.
Good write

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you arwa Well I guess it doesnt matter who cries as much as if we die alone or not Thank you

[Phillip J Clayton]

Give without expectation. Sometimes you do receive a good favor in return, but that's up to the individual or the receiver even.

Good write mate.

Cheers!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Phillip it has been my perception that the act of kindness is the best reward of all

[FaeryQueen]

i feel like this sometimes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Tate Morgan]

thank you very much the point of this one was to bring to light the idea that a man need not think he should be rewarded in the end with a trip to heaven for his deeds on earth

[Terpsichore]

So true that the mark of a man is how he treats others; and that kindness is it's own reward.

Our three score year and ten is but a blink of the creator's eye, but our legacy will span the generations.

Very much enjoyed, (and agreed,) with the sentiments your poem expressed. T

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you very much we are here to make the most of this life I do not store up treasures in heaven I give them away on earth it is for me the definition of man. I judge not by what man owns but of what he gives to others

[Jesse]

Very nicely done.....you hit on a special theme and thus the chord is just perfect in your poem. Super nicely done as always.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Jesse I am off to see my daughter get married this weekend. It is one of those few times a man meets with mortality and smiles

[Tate Morgan]

thank you I am sure i will i wrote two already about it one called Aris the other What love is meant to be

[Jesse]

Ah, nothing like that extension of ones self in family; You can see yourself in their eyes. Have a great day my friend and congratulations! ...(take a photo and write a poem)

[Tate Morgan]

I have written 2 on the subject the first What love is meant to be and the second called aris both about the wedding Thank you

[Jesse]

I see. tks for sharing.

[Navidsandon't]

I cherish this poem. Thank you so much

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you navidsan

[B]

By joys hereof, through souls we love
is man then measured weighed

Waw
Speechless again

[Tate Morgan]

Awe just got up thank you Nisreena I have always had a problem with this idea thought id put it into words

[B]

its amazing

[Tate Morgan]

thank you nisreenaa

[B]

Always welcome

[LadyNaida]

Hi Tate,

How are you?
Is always a pleasure to read one of your inspired poems. As always, great write my friend. :)

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I am great this one really has a meaning to me as i always have my questions about life