Fifty is coming fast and hard
Forcing me to become reflective.
But how does one judge their life
Without being too subjective?
Money? Power? Fortune and Fame?
Job titles and a fancy car?
Each of us has a benchmark
To make us proud of who we are.
A big bank account sure would be nice
Or maybe a bit more fame,
But I ambled down a different path
And I played a different game.
My poems have not won awards
And my novel’s still not done;
But success has come to me
And in this game I have won.
My house and car are paid for
I have money in the banks,
But these are not the reasons
That every day I can give thanks.
I have two adult children
Who are off and on their own.
Each one doing well these days
I admire how they have grown.
Though they’ve moved out of the house,
They still want to see their dad.
Nothing else in life I could have done
Would make me feel so glad.
So though my weight’s a problem
And my career may be a mess,
Every day you’ll see me smiling.
In what matters… I’m a success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem