The End of the Trail

When you come to the end of life's long trail
And you ponder the things you've done,
As you shuffle through memories score cards kept,
And you handle them one by one.

You find what you have is mostly dreams
That never did come true,
And mostly what's tallied is not what you've done,
But what you were going to do.

The ones that seem brighter than all of the rest,
As you shuffle the score cards through,
Are the deeds you have rendered for someone else,
And not what you've done for you.

So if you are young and new on the trail,
Then here is a tip or two.
Be kind and give service to someone else,
And kindness will come back to you.

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