“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.”
- William Shakespeare
All the goodness, the charity,
The kindness and the thoughtfulness,
Is buried with the bones.
Not gold and mobile phones.
Good deeds are forgotten.
He was a pompous man,
He was a shrewd man.
Are comments that remain?
All the philanthropy,
All the tireless work she did in life,
Is buried with the bones.
Not the gifts or the precious stones.
Acts of goodness are soon forgotten.
She was very sharp-tongued.
She was a straight talker,
They are what people remember.
Shakespeare put it all in a simple line.
The good that men do is buried with their bones.
The evil that they do lives long after them.
Would it be wise to do so much good,
When all you do is knock on hardwood.
Is it better to be unkind and mean,
That is what will always remain.
Live the life you want for yourself,
Never live it for anyone else.
You can be crazy, good, mad or bad,
A good person or a cad.
Enjoy the life you have and had.Goodness is buried with the bones.
Not the wealth, fortune, and bank loans.