As Of Today Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I left my parents 
chanting few complaints.
Too hard I stomped my footprints 
amid the crowd.
I did a lot 
in spite of most constraints 
to help by lending hand,  
of which I'm proud.
Though many sought 
to bury me with shame,
I owned my own. 
I fought for what was right.
Though some may roll their eyes,  
few curse my name. 
In peace I dream my dreams 
and sleep the night.
Though time erode 
my epitaph of facts,
I chiseled deep. 
I hope my words will hold. 
And though I second guess 
a thousand acts
the love I lived was staunch 
and kind and bold.
No 'If I hadn't… 
had.' 
No 'If I could.'
If I should die before I wake
...I'm good.