A product of our past,
our culture, our experience,
our genetics, our time,
our geography, and
circumstance, good and bad.
A product of the dreams
we shape, and construct,
of the work we will do,
and our passion and effort
and wisdom we gather.
A product of the helping-
hands, the stories we are
told, and the love we’ve
been shown, as well as,
the chances we embrace.
We get to a place and
time to reminisce and we
know with weight of reflect
it is ourselves who own
the product of this life.
Lovely and very true.
I have fashioned a catchphrase along the same lines of your poem:
Wisdom = paying attention while life happens.