Why am I so much more happy in my old age
Than I was as a child a youth a man of middle age?
Why do I seem to know what Happiness is now
In a way I did not then?
It's all so strange
I did not achieve what I wanted to
I am poorer now than I ever was before
In money anyway
I am sicker than I ever was before
I am closer to death than I was before
I certainly lack skills and abilities I had before
Romance and passionate love are gone
I cannot dream to achieve what I once thought to.
And yet I enjoy more the little I can do and have
And feel more deeply the beauty and wonder of life
And appreciate the life I have had
and all God has given
and my still being here
and the love of a few
the family
my having done 'something' however small with my life
Gratitude for so much of what has been and still is
Despite all the failures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem