Let the heart of generosity not be lost
and let us know the value
of the love we give and share
and let worry not rob of us
of the time we have to share
for time is a trickster and liar
for when laughter escapes
from our smiling lips
it moves all too quickly
and when burden and grief
weigh heavy on our hearts
and steals all but silent words
it seems to not move at all
for all we have are our brief moments
and small exchanges with eternity
and life is a string of luck
not good or bad
but of kind and cruel circumstances
beyond the control of fate
and one eyed kings and dead gods
and the wisest of prophets
and the maddest of men
are both fools when dispensing knowledge
of what may lay in wait
in the arms and robes and kiss of death
and if there be no heaven
beyond the footsteps
we take here on this earthly soil
what better way could we give value
to the love we give and share
than not losing our way
from the heart of generosity