The True Meaning of Life by Patricia Fleming The years have passed by In the blink of an eye, Moments of sadness And joy have flown by. People I loved Have come and have gone, But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn’t easy, And the struggles were there, Filled with times that it mattered, Times I just didn’t care. I stood on my own, And I still found my way, Through some nights filled with tears, And the dawn of new days. And now with old age, It’s become very clear; Things I once found important Were not why I was here. And how many things That I managed to buy Were never what made me Feel better inside. And the worries and fears That plagued me each day, In the end of it all, Would just fade away. But how much I reached out To others when needed, Would be the true measure Of how I succeeded. And how much I shared Of my soul and my heart Would ultimately be What set me apart. And what’s really important, Is my opinion of me, And whether or not I’m the b