What do you do?
What mission’s yours?
Come now, be true:
Which soul now stirs?

Who do you serve?
Whose life improved?
What cause advanced?
What harms removed?

What’s made better?
What gifts appeared?
Who smiled again?
Which hearts endeared?

When you are done,
When days grow few,
Once goals are reached,
What shall you do?

Give thanks for work,
For those you served,
For lessons learned,
For faith preserved.

We’re on this earth
For time so brief,
Make all here better,
Add love, not grief.



Michael Charles Maibach began writing poems at age nine.  Since then he has continued writing poems, and sharing them with friends.  His career has involved global business diplomacy.  He is a native of Peoria, Illinois.  Today Michael resides in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia.  More of his poems are found at www.MaibachPoems.us or on Facebook.

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7 Responses

  1. Patricia Redfern

    So very well constructed. Being grateful for all who served.is a great message.



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