From my Grandmother

All that really matters is the way in which we live,
The way we face out troubles
And the happiness we give.
The way we deal with others whom we contact on life's way,
The way we work, the things we think and the sort of prayers we pray.

All that really matters is our attitude of mind
The way we meet life's rough and smooth
And the setbacks that we find
The way we try to right the wrong,
And the way we check despair
The way we use our talents
And the things for which we care.

All that really matters is the charachter we build
The way we share its glory by the missions we've fulfilled
The ways we cast through goodness across the ways we've trod
These are the things that matter
To ourselves as well as God.
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This is a poem my grandmother gave me many years ago, when I was too young to remember actually receiving it. I'm not sure if she wrote it or not. If you know of the author, do say.