31 January 2012

Nothing...

Life owes me nothing. Let the years
bring clouds of azure, or joy or tears;
Already a full cup I've quaffed;
Already wept and loved and laughed,
and seen, in ever-endless ways,
New beauties overwhelm the days.

Life owes me nought. No pain that waits
can steal the wealth from memory's gates;
No aftermath of anguish slow
can quench the soul fire's early glow.
I breathe, exulting, each new breath
Embracing life, ignoring death.

Life owes me nothing. One clear morn
is boon enough for being born;
and be it ninety years or ten,
no need for me to question when.
While life in mine, I'll find it good,
and greet each hour with gratitude.

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