I can’t

I can’t live forever,

that is a truth,

but I can

live the truth

of forever

in the moments

of each day’s proof.


I can’t be rich and famous,

like someone who

lives for gain,

but I can

have the riches

beyond fame,

that I count

through the karma

of my ways.


I can’t be beautiful

in the appearances

in which I

dress and look,

like some who

sells themselves

on style and shape

and through

fashionable surfaces;

but I can be

beautiful in

the soul of myself,

and be content with

who I am,

through living a

good and just life

and standing in

the loveliness of its truth.