When my end arrives,
am I smarter than all my days?
Have the stones and pitfalls made me
stronger?
Or have the storms, fury and hate stained
my tongue?
Or has love and my eyes of passion
formed a depth within me?
Or has money, riches and travel
created rest?
Am I greater or taller? Wiser or more thoughtful?
At my end
Its not what I’ve taken, but instead,
what I’ve given,
that makes my end complete.
Roger Singer 