Gait

If you should be fair under duress
And have a mind of your own
among many disagreeing
In placid and turbulent times
You should stay undisturbed
Your virtues,however small
Used enough for transformation
Your soul more valuable than measure
Your mind, winning towards the brighter side of conscience
Your wealth,earned by effort and diffused with filtered intent and intelligence
When your silence is a voice
Your absence to be felt
Your years spent are not to be counted
But the hearts you touch live by
It is prudent enough to say
You had lived.