I Know Nothing By Bobby Stevenson

I know nothing of the rules you use, 
Or the gods,
Or stars you live by
All I know is how I’ve done,
How I’ve kept,

My peace within,

I’ve never been the best of men,
And many times I’ve failed in all I was.

But on some quiet smiling day,

I’ve tried to help,

And telling no one,

Leave something,

Better than it’s found.

I know nothing of the buildings that you pray in,

Or the books you live through,

All I know is I try to be kind

To be decent, to understand,

To care.

Sometimes that is not enough,

I know.

But I’ll never stop trying.