I sometimes thought that who I’d be

And what my life would be about

Was a question  of

Where I’d been and what I’d done

Of deeds stupendous and the esteem

and thanks

Of  some.

But now I know that none of that

Counts at all

But what does count for me

Is how I smile when I think of all the deeds

Still left to be done.

and the One that waits

with love in her eyes

to keep me from being old

by letting me give her

my soul

And how nice it is

to just look at the moon and

Wonder about things

On a warm summer night.