The Measure of a ManA Poem by J. M. YearyI took a long walk one day I came across a park bench
The sun was shining
With just the right touch of a breeze
What a day I thought, and sat down
I looked down at my hands
I could see the lines of age
And the scars from years of hard work
Weathering my skin
And I thought…
What is it that I have really done
My name is not one of fame
Penned in school books
Who will remember me…
What wondrous deeds have I done
For a fleeting moment, I sat troubled
How can this be…I have dreams
I have aspirations for my life
So much time has gone by
How can I fix my life
Well, I thought about it
And I thought about it
And I realized…I am not broken
There is noting to fix
I have done some wondrous deeds
I have experienced the power of love
The cleansing of my soul
The true gift of giving
And receiving only a smile
Or a simple thank you
I have walked out of shadows
Of my former self
And have shed the lies of others
I wore like a second skin
And I have come full circle
For the measure of a man
Does not lie in his successes
But in his failures
And it is failure that awakens the soul
And creates necessary change within
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21 Reviews Added on March 1, 2008 AuthorJ. M. YearyWichita Falls, TXAboutI discovered this poem while I was looking through an old cemetery book at the courthouse in Crowell, Texas--a very good depiction of what most of us feel as we venture through life. Surely (at least .. more..Writing
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