Originally Posted by ShortRound
All of this reminds me of a poem I read in an old 80's craft magazine. I printed it out and keep it where I can see it in my sewing room.
Out of this life, I shall never take
Things of silver and gold I make
All I cherish and hoard away
When I leave, on earth must stay
Though I have toiled for painting rare
To hang on my wall, I must leave it there
Though I call it mine and boast it's worth
I must give it up, when I leave this earth
All that I gather and that I keep
I must leave behind when I fall asleep
And I wonder often, just what I shall own
In that other life when I pass alone
What shall he find and what shall he see
In the soul that answers the call for me?
Shall the great Judge learn, when my task is through
That my soul has gathered some riches too?
Or shall at last, it be mine to find
That all I worked for, I had left behind
I don't know the name of the author but I really liked this poem.
Me too...if I was still doing estate sales I think I would put it on the back of my brochures!