Recently, my wife Nancy posted this quote on her Facebook page… “If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies, how very different our ideals of beauty would be.” To which I commented, “That’s what will be left when our bodies fail us.” That exchange reminds me of the following poem from a book, “Iron John,” that I read 5 years ago…

I am not I…
…I am this one.
Walking beside me, whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at other times I forget.
The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
The one who remains silent when I talk,
The one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
The one who will remain standing when I die.