I’m an old man now
my course is run.
I sit on the porch swing and look back
at the things I’ve done.
Where are the victories
in the arguments I’ve won?
What foolish worries matter,
I can’t think of one.
The effect of my life
on this earth is nil.
There will just be a marker
on some faraway hill.
Yet through my melancholy,
I watch my children’s children.
Across the grass and flowers
they run.
They glow with the excitement
and potential of life.
The personification
of a loving husband and wife.
My mind races
as I clearly see,
that a good husband and father
was enough to be.
With a wife I did love
and a life I did live,
to this world
a nice family I did give.