Myself

I look toward looking back
Pondering the things I lack
To be complete and well at rest
Or fit or rich or heaven’s best
Having not toiled a day
For having perfect words to say
A life renown or envy earned
But giving nothing in return
In comfort finding wonder’s end
But offer all to live again

No need at all to live again
I look toward my future end
This precious life I need just one
Then pass to daughter or on to son
Enjoy my short time on Earth and
Find myself a novel person

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