who sleeps and lets life slip away?

just goes with the flow and doesn't give a damn.
whatever happends, happend
and theres nothing to do about it.
hopes for others to solve their problems
money is so important
and nothing can be done without it
when they die they live for nothing
nothing special and spectacular
people say what a waste
but to those who take charge
live to make thinkgs happen, to love, and help
learn that money isn't their whole life
like many say money can't buy everything
love, hope and the urge to help
come from somewhere deeper
somewhere most boared up
their heart and soul is their ship
gliding them through rough and stormy water
everday to them is something special
a gift that shouldn't be wasted
but treasured and shared with others
these people make a difference in lives
when they're gone their memories live on
in thankful hearts and souls
those lives are never wasted
but remembered by some forever

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This is a poem? More like an essay.
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That's a criticism? More like an observation.
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Another poem caught up in the shuffle of personal afrontery! What a pity.
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essay or poem, good thoughts and a good heart here... :) justme