When All Is Said And Done Poem by Kevin Hulme

And so I never achieved quite so much;
No large Cabinet lined with Silver Cups
Proclaiming to all, ‘First' a God of men;
Never composed Music to melt the Soul
With bright jewels of loud rapturous praise;
No fairy words of ‘Prancing Poetry' made
To bring a tear to a young girls eye;
No weighty rich Saga of War or Peace,
The darling Child of the Nobel elite.
For I never did set my name alight,
The letters ringing upon future's ears;
But I Loved, am Loved,
Isn't that enough?