When all is said and done, And there isn't more to do, When breathe falls short, And strength waver, May I not go down in the record books as a wealthy man. No, never! There are a collection of dreams, Some small and others mighty. Despite this, I don't dream to amass wealth, It really is vanity. I don't dream to see my name in light, Neither do I want to be a member of the young, rich and mighty. I dream of the smallest things in the biggest way, To touch lives one person at a time. To mend broken hearts, one piece after the next. Engrave my name in the minds and hearts of many. Leaving my prints on the sands of time. Be a blessing to my community, country and posterity. A dream that makes dreams of many a reality. It's a cycle, Life cycle, Or better yet, a dream cycle. Dream chain! Do not contradict this, This dream, isn't to wallow in poverty, Neither is it about living from hand to mouth. God forbid. It is a dream for the love of humanity. A dream that isn't selfish or self seeking. Not to acquire wealth and hoard it. But wealth with a purpose. That child, who yerns to school but has No hope of ever sitting in a classroom. The widow, who is struggling to look after her kids. That youth with an idea but cannot fund it. A dream to make that of others a reality. To cause a ripple effect. One drop after the next. Like little drops of water makes a mighty ocean, Likewise, simple acts of kindness makes the world a better place.