Reaching Out

A poem

I reached out to heaven but touched only the earth; does that mean we should accept things for what they are worth? But man reached out to the stars and touched the moon, does that mean we should strive for more? For rich for poor, for money well spent, is your time on earth worth your months rent? When was the last time you reached out to someone? Is not that the thing we are hear for, is it not that that makes life fun? I reach out to you to help others you see, and together we can make heaven out of this planet because that’s our only guarantee. For what waits for us beyond is what we must abandon to hope, but to not make life worth living is the act of a dope. So the next time you spend and say me me me me, look in your heart to turn that me into we. 

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