My gift to you is poetry.

Real simple but not trite.

It's just my way of saying

What otherwise I might.

Might tend to keep inside me.

The feelings that I have.

And fail to share with others

My ability to laugh.

To laugh and laugh real hardy.

Sometimes without control.

At the things and situations

That leave us flustered; losing hold.

Hold of where we're headed

At a breakneck high speed pace.

When we lose sight of how important

It is to reevaluate the race.

Because what really matters

Its not attaining first or best;

But just being what we're made of

Giving our most and nothing less.