All We Are

At a recent funeral service it  crossed my mind to wonder what people might say about me one day at my funeral. Sometimes I feel like I haven’t accomplished much. But I realized that when my time comes, if they say "She loved people and she told them so", I will have done alright.
I mean, really- what else counts?

When I woke up this morning there was a mourning dove
Right outside my window, singing about love.
Oh fly away, you mourning dove for now at last I see
How each and every love I’ve known makes up a part of me.

All we are in this short life is all the love we feel;
The giving and the taking is the only thing that’s real.
And that’s the simple reason why I’ve got to let you know
Something that I should have said a hundred years ago:

All we are in this world is love
All we are, when we come to the end of our days
Is the people who love us, and the ones that we’ve loved:
All that matters is that we love~ all we are in this world is love.

We can’t all climb great mountains or sail across the sea,
I will never change the world or write a symphony.
But it is love that built the mountains and it’s love that filled the sea
And its love that makes me who I am: mine for you, and yours for me.

So hush-a-bye you mourning dove, please fly away and find
All the special people that I’ve got on my mind
Don’t care if I said it yesterday or half a lifetime has gone by
I’ve got to say it one more time and here’s the reason why:

All I am in this world is love.
I’m a patchwork of people who fill up my heart
I’m the people who love me and those that I love:
All I’ll leave when I go is love~ all we are in this world is love.

With a look or a touch I can let you know
Whether we’ve shared a lifetime, or just an hour or so.
For love is the part of me, it’s the part of you that never lets go!

All we are in this world is love
All we are, when we come to the end of our days
Is the people who love us, and the ones that we’ve loved:
All that matters is that we ;ove.
All we take from this world, allwe bring to this world,
All we are in this world… is love.

 

Tracy Sep 6th 2007 04:28 pm Poetry No Comments yet Comments RSS

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