When this story comes to an end,
And it will.
The only thing that will really matter,
Is how you treated others.
If you were kind,
If you did what you could, to help.
Whether you could spare, or not.
When this story comes to an end,
And it will.
We won’t remember what we did to pass the time,
Or how much the children learned at home school.
The only thing we will remember,
Is when someone helped us out.
Whether they could spare, or not.
When this story comes to an end,
And it will.
We will have lost people along the way,
Hearts will be broken everywhere.
We will all, no doubt, be touched by loss.
The only way to make this count,
Is to forge a way of living that is better.
When this story comes to an end,
And it will.
Life will be different, my friend.
The things we took for granted before,
Will show themselves in splendour,
Like the blessings they always were.
Hiding, in plain sight,
all along.
Donna Ashworth
