What's today if we haven't
felt yesterday.
And what's the future if
we haven't made the most of today.

What's love without words
how then do we speak into the feeling.
What's life without living
for we know Death can be so sudden.

What's a beautiful smile
without some past tears.
What's accomplishment
without pain and strain.
What's a true tragedy
than just expressions on a face.

What's a firm foundation
without the first brick.
What's the character of a man
without the wisdom of his father
And the loving compassion of a mother.

All are the things of us,
we are the very words
Spoken upon to create us.

We are many in the little,
as the little we give is many.

We are us,
mankind.