At The End...

it is not the quantity, not the length
you know it, it is the quality, for you are weighed
and not counted,
it is never the number of days, the delay in the
falling of the sands, the slipping away,
it is the wideness of that vast expanse of the
oceans in your heart,
it is the why, and not the how.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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