I am just a simple tailor,
Idly measuring, metering,
Stitching and sewing.
Fixing the fabrics,
And Buttoning the buttons,

But in my lives past,
I was many things,
Memorable and momentous.
Adventurous, and ambitious.
I can almost recall them all.

In one life, I sang the body electric.
Dancing, and swaying, and singing.
Songs of love, songs of life.
Songs of home, songs of heart.
I brought joy to the hearts of men.

In another, I rode a ship of heroes
Guiding and turning them all.
My men trusted me eternally,
And I never led them astray.
Adventure was our destination.

In another, I spoke for the voiceless.
The downtrodden, the derelict,
The beaten, and the broken.
They who couldn't speak for themselves
I gave them their own voice.

In another, I fought for right.
The right to think, the right to speak
The right to be, the right to exist.
I fought for a better life,
And one worth dying for.

In another, I wrote what people needed.
In my prose, they found comfort and care
They found my beating heart, my bared soul
I gave them of myself,
And they gave me their love.

This life is simple.
This life is humble.
But it's a life worth living,
A life worth loving.
A life worthy because it helps others.