by Edgar A. Guest
I haven't built much of a fortune to leave
to those who shall carry my name,
And nothing I've done shall entitle me now
to a place on the
tablets of fame.
But I've loved the great sky and its spaces of blue;
I've lived with the birds and the trees;
I've turned from the splendor
of silver and gold
to share in such pleasures as these.
I've given my time to the children who came;
together we've romped and we've
And I wouldn't exchange the glad hours spent
with them for the money that I might have made.
I chose to be known and be loved by the
and was deaf to the plaudits of men;
And I'd make the same choice should the chance
come to me to live my life over again.
lived with my friends and I've shared in their joys,
known sorrow with all of its tears;
I have harvested much from my acres of life,
say I've squandered my years.
For much that is fine has been mine to enjoy,
and I think I have lived to my best,
And I have no regret, as I'm
nearing the end,
for the gold that I might have possessed.