I did not to choose to be:
to be a little baby boy —
to learn to walk and talk —
to be the kid that I remember —
to be the adolescent quite confused —
to be a man before I knew enough to be one.
It all began when two, with passions joined
in the fall of 1926, conceived.
And I’ve enjoyed the fruits of their encounter
aware of the limitations as well as strengths.
When I review the years
sometimes I think that I have flourished rather well
considering what I had to start with —
sometimes I think I might have
improved the legacy that I am leaving.
Aren’t we all sometimes displeased
with what we have deposited on earth —
at other times amazed
at how it has all turned out?