Couldn’t sleep last night so I started to write:

It’s fair to say that on our death-bed one day
we won’t care much about our job or where we stayed,

Or what car we drove and how much money we made,
Or the famous people we met or the beds that we laid,
Or the times we were late because we were slightly delayed,
Or that class that we took in school and got a low grade,
Or that shelf full of trophies and other accolades,
Or leaving “that place” when we probably should’ve stayed,
Or when you arrived late for dinner when it was already made,
Or your first drivers-test and you were deathly afraid.

But what will matter is if you took your kids to the Christmas parade,
Or if you hung out with them often at the local video Arcade,
Or if you talked to them about God and why they were made,
And to find their purpose even if it takes all of their days,
Or if you’ve left a great legacy that makes you smile from the grave.
These things are the greatest for the lifetime you’ve paid,
And for nothing else on earth should you ever dare to trade.

I can only hope that my insomnia has once again yielded yet another vital breadcrumb that can lead you to Making it GREAT!

GREAT DAY!!!

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