When I was a child I had no expectation
I did not bother finding out what I wanted to be
Nobody ever asked me that question
Surviving was the only game in town.
Aat seventeen, I had done some reading
I had done a lot of reading as a matter of fact
When asked what kind of life I wanted
I answered that I wanted to be a shrink
I surprised myself on many an occasion
I hit, I missed, and I lived a varied life
Nothing real special, nothing to write home about
A few things I hide, even for myself.
I learned some lessons and forgot to many
I loved, I left, regretted, made my peace
I know of loneliness and of great companions
Most of them remain forever in my soul
This little life of mine felt never poor
It was fed and clothed be it not momentous
It was not jealous of anybody anywhere
Gift of the Gods with thanks eternally