[MsSmilie]

What Will Matter

Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.

There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.

All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.

It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.

So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.

The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.

It won't matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.

It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.

Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.

What will matter is not your success, but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence, but your character.

What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.

What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.

What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.

Choose to live a life that matters. [font=Verdana]

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Oh, a poetry thread, great my turn then.

This is deadicated to all everyone at Geekstogo
called:Modern day witches.

Ah but I too, have slipped beyond this Earth
And formed those things that reason brings
Onward I've typed and joined a tumbling mirth
Of casading codes -- and made a hundred things
You have not dreamed of -- revealed and stored and strung
Ever on this black screen. Typing here,
I've raced my thoughts along, and flung
My heart at goals where others pier
Of birth, these children of a coded .bat
Who. if they could. would laugh and say:
"Thank you but ain't it funny that:
Man has his maths where God has clay"





[hang on a sec, what's a peotry thread doing in serious discussion]

Edited by fleamailman, 24 August 2006 - 04:50 AM.

[fleamailman]

Oh, a poetry thread, great my turn then.

This is deadicated to all everyone at Geekstogo
called:Modern day witches.

Ah but I too, have slipped beyond this Earth
And formed those things that reason brings
Onward I've typed and joined a tumbling mirth
Of casading codes -- and made a hundred things
You have not dreamed of -- revealed and stored and strung
Ever on this black screen. Typing here,
I've raced my thoughts along, and flung
My heart at goals where others pier
Of birth, these children of a coded .bat
Who. if they could. would laugh and say:
"Thank you but ain't it funny that:
Man has his maths where God has clay"





[hang on a sec, what's a peotry thread doing in serious discussion]

Edited by fleamailman, 24 August 2006 - 04:50 AM.

[sarahw]

I disagree...
*SarahW will be buried in a big tomb with all her gold and treasure.

[warriorscot]

What have you done!!! Flea + poetry = apocalypse.

[fleamailman]

Deadicated to Wariorscot.

The goblin repented his remark on Knox
"..so let Rain'ile be run by the Scots..."
For who knows more about wet weather then
Than those folks form some highland glen.

Edited by fleamailman, 24 August 2006 - 09:56 AM.

[warriorscot]

Thats a good one, although if only i understood what rain'ile or knox is. And indeed wet weather is something i know well, maybe this will be a good thing you can let all the cryptic poetry out here and go back to the way you posted before you started smoking the 'erb of cryptic posts. Where people get that stuff i dont know.

Since im no good at poetic prose or in fact any prose other than it seems a technical report here is one from my favourite poet:
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.

"The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,"
The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

Edited by warriorscot, 24 August 2006 - 10:14 AM.

[MsSmilie]

Technically, it was an "inspirational message" and NOT poetry. I'm not a fan of poetry.
If it don't rhyme, it ain't a poem.....and don't give me that "free verse" crap!

LOL

But post poetry, if you must.....closing my eyes!

j/k

[MsSmilie]

Don't you hate it when people give you an inspirational message like that.....makes you feel like a creep for a whole moment or so.

You become determined to make changes.....but what's that....a shiny thing......you get distracted and *poof*!!!

Till the next one comes along.....

Consider yourselves inspired......what you do with that inspiration is your business!

;-)



Arghhhh.....don't they give you a few moments to correct spelling mistakes before the "edited" message comes on! No freaking fair! LOL

Edited by MsSmilie, 24 August 2006 - 11:03 AM.

[warriorscot]

The trick is to correct spelling mistakes before you post or forget about them, you should here rocks excuses for poor spelling.

Dunno about ryhming they dont have rhyme although they have to use some sort of literary methods the ones i hate(higher english sucked at HS i just wanted a qualification to say i could express myself in writing competantly at an advanced level not analyse literary works what rubiish is that).

The nice thing about poems are they are small and the methods of writing are obvious thus making them less work. books are so hard to find stuff you should have seen my copy of dracula after i had done with analysing it for english it was like a hedgehog covered in pencil marks and post its, had to buy a whole new copy.

While im prattling about books and literature ill share a motto i read(its from bram stokers dracula cant remember where i think it might have been written no one of the tombs its been a few months since i last read it, "Omne ignotum pro magnifico" i always liked that motto its excellent there will be extra points for anyone who can figure out what it means, if not i shall return and tell you.

[fleamailman]

Thanks Scot, that post I orginally did after this one which I didn't think I would get away with here.

Deadicated to the congragation of the church of Scotland

Brimstones, meet the Brimstones
No have a do time
No have a do time
No way a gay old time.


btw, Rain'ile reffers to an island where it rains alot and still has a water shortage it seems

MsSmilie, really sorry about the missunderstanding but perhaps if I deadicate this my next poem to you, you'll forgive.


Deadicated to MsSmilie, and anyone north of the parralel.

O Banana!
Home grown on native land!
New hibread strains at your command.
With glowing hearts we see them rise,
Our new stock, strong and pestfree!
From far and wide,
O Banana, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
For bananas a plenty.

Edited by fleamailman, 24 August 2006 - 04:32 PM.

[warriorscot]

Lol, never more fitting words for the church of scotland, what gloom merchants that lot are they do love the brimstone, i could mention something about gay in the church of scotland but that wouldnt be very PC.

[MsSmilie]

...i could mention something about gay in the church of scotland but that wouldnt be very PC.

Nothing surprises anyone any more.

Correct spelling BEFORE you post???? What the...? Not likely.

I always proofread after I hit the post or send button.

Get used to seeing my posts "edited".

'Course....I could be editing to tone down or heat up a post....but I'll always claim it's cuz of spelling.

Bananas are an endangered species, look it up. The gene pool has shrunk beyond the minimum and our banana days are numbered, and also banana splits.

This is tragic and I welcome all suggestions for a banana substitute.....note....must have seeds to be a fruit, and sperm is not a seed, per se.

Well, this will test how liberally we can speak in this forum.

I prefer intelligent conversation over coarse, but fun is fun too!

PS...I ain't proofreading this till I post it.

Edited by MsSmilie, 24 August 2006 - 03:42 PM.

[warriorscot]

Spelling is overrated these days, poor bannas i like em but I'm funny about the texture. When i though about spell checking i had a moment of inspiration and actually found a spell checker for opera, how great is that.

I do like intelligent conversation, but coarse is good to.

[fleamailman]

Yes you are right, bad spelling "O Banada", but it would make a nice lirick don't you think, anyway here's another one.

This is deadicated to Sari (and any other women members here).


Had I the Heaven's own downloaded os
Encripted beyond the hacker's might
The true and trim that comes across
Like light in night and the half night
I would upload that os to your site
But I, being thick, have only my screen
I post my screen on your site
Thread carefully because you thread on my screen

Edited by fleamailman, 24 August 2006 - 04:35 PM.

[MsSmilie]

Can we post pics here? Decent ones, funny ones?

Will you save the the trouble of looking up the instructions
and let me know if they need to be hosted on a 3rd party site.

Thanks!