Life Owes Me Nothing
Life owes me nothing. Let the years
Bring clouds of azure,
Joy or tears,
Already a full cup I’ve quaffed;
Already wept and loved and laughed,
And seen, in ever ending
ways,
New beauties overwhelm the days.
Life owes me naught. No pain that waits
Can steal the wealth from memory’s gates;
No aftermath from anguish slow
Can quench the soul-fire’s
early glow.
I breathe exulting, each new breath,
Embracing LIFE, ignoring DEATH.
Life owes me nothing. One clear morn
Is
boon enough for being born;
And be it ninety years or ten,
No need for me to question when.
While
life is mine, I’ll find it good,
And greet each hour with
gratitude.
Author Unknown
