Poem:

To treasure and to hold

Life’s precious gifts; try

To cheer the sick and old,

The downcast by and by

Is to light the torch of Love

And heartfelt amity,

Rising beyond, above

Life’s stark mundanity.

To walk the common line

Of integrity, not swerve

Is to tarnish not the shine

Of what we must preserve.

To touch a soul sublime

Is to love and not forget

The feeling every time

We sense its silent breath.