VALUABLE POETRY: The True Meaning Of Life by Pat A. Fleming.

It’s been almost two weeks, I could not share the poems. Stringent workloads. I’m not feeling good with this interruption of my flow of writing. I still need to more relentless when it comes to writing. Still I took it as challenge to move ahead. 


I was born and raised in the Trenton, NJ area, one of three children of Irish descent. I discovered my Calling to be a Psychiatric Social Worker after doing volunteer work at the local state hospital during high school. After graduating from College, I joined Volunteers In Service To America (now Americorps) and was sent to work in a school for juveniles called Samarkand Manor in North Carolina. After one year of service, I returned home and was hired at the Trenton Psychiatric Hospital as a social worker. I went on to transfer to the Forensic section of the hospital which later became it’s own Forensic Center. I retired in 2016 after 36 years of doing what I loved. I always enjoyed writing from the time I was young, and satisfied that itch when I was a social worker by writing the best Social Histories on my patients. After I retired, I started writing nonstop. I am strictly amateur, no real training, so it’s more of a hobby, but I so treasure reading and posting poems on this site. I am humbled by some of the talent here.

What’s Important In Life

I have been through hard times, I’ve struggled like everyone else to find contentment, peace and an understanding of what life is really about. I believe age has everything to do with finally knowing what life is really about which is who we are and not what we have.

The Years have passed by,

In the blink of an eye,

Moments of sadness,

And joy have flown by.

People I loved,

Have come and have gone,

But the world never stopped,

And we all carried on.

Life wasn’t easy,

And the struggles were there,

Filled with times that it mattered,

Times I just didn’t care.

I stood on my own,

And I still found my way,

Through some nights filled with tears,

And the dawn of new days.

And now with old age,

It’s become very clear,

Things I once found important,

Were not why I was here.

And how many things,

That I managed to buy,

Were never what made me,

Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,

That plagued me each day,

In the end of it all,

Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,

To others when needed,

Would be the true measure,

Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,

Of my soul and my heart,

Would ultimately be,

What set me apart.

And what’s really important,

Is my opinion of me,

And whether or not,

I’m the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,

And love I can show,

Before the Lord tells me,

It’s my time to go.


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