The Measure of a Man
A man’s true worth is not in gold,
Nor in the tales of power, he’s told.
It lies within the dreams he keeps,
The heights he seeks, the depths he leaps.
For noble hearts, like steadfast flame,
Aspire to honor, not fleeting fame.
It lies within the dreams he keeps,
The heights he seeks, the depths he leaps.
For noble hearts, like steadfast flame,
Aspire to honor, not fleeting fame.
No crown can match the glow of grace,
That shines from acts no time can erase.
His path is carved by what he dares,
By selfless hopes and the love he shares.
In aspirations pure and grand,
There rests the worth of every man.
That shines from acts no time can erase.
His path is carved by what he dares,
By selfless hopes and the love he shares.
In aspirations pure and grand,
There rests the worth of every man.
-A poem by Touha Khan
. . . . .
Explore other genres of poems by following me here. If you enjoy my work, I would deeply appreciate your support by bringing me to a coffee.
Thank you kindly for your encouragement! Keep sharing this poem.
