Legacy

When you walk, dance a little
When you smile,laugh a little
Add a rhythm to your tune, a song to your music
When you speak,listen some more
When you tell, ask some more
Before you judge,empathize with the other
We are more alike than differ from each other
Life is too short, life is too fast
What is gold could be dust
When you sleep, dream a little
When you speak , heal a little
Tomorrow may not be, what is today
For better or worse who can say
When you receive, give a little
When you wish,pray a little
Add some soul to your life
Add some heart to your mind
The one thing you can surely leave behind
is the memory of a heart that was kind

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