Gift

I think apon the world you see

And apon all I know of it and me

My life and all the history and mythology

And I think of the gift that is me

And all that I am and could have been

But my life is hard and my body has failed me

But I am here and have many things others would love

That I know I shall miss one day

I think about all the name less people that have come before me

They must have been gifts to this world too

But a lot of them must also have gotten sidetracked by survival and limited by disabilities too

So if I don't seem to make a lasting mark on the world

Then I am in good company

I think most of the people that have ever lived have worked as hard as they could to stay alive

for as long as they could

and be as comfortable as they could loving and crying and laughing

So I don't lack ambition

I would never wish to be Achilles having my story echo down throughout the generations

However being Homer wouldn't be so bad

And I am not even that unfortunate

I am doing the best I can

And living life the way most people have

Not doing much or leaving much behind

So what if I don't write or make things that matter

I am here and that matters

Even if all I leave behind me is a few laughs and some tears

Life always matters

And every person does have so much potential even if they can't always fulfill it