MULLING

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?

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