Maybe you judge what you leave behind by what you inspire in other people.
Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.