Selfie. Poem by dave lessard

What it is about a selfie that we love?
to be remembered from a photograph?
to look at it, years from now,
and then, perhaps to laugh.

We should be remembered for the love,
we sought to give at every turn;
the spread of happiness to all,
to share with others, then to learn.

To learn that sorrow does not last,
that sadness of the heart, retreats;
that everyone needs respect,
that a stranger is a friend you meet.

The greatest of all gifts is love,
to give away in careful measure;
so our memories will be,
that of someone else's treasure.

For what you give, comes back to you,
in greater ways that you can think;
the joy of life is in your hands,
and on the step of heaven's brink.