When my end arrives,
am I smarter than all my days?
Have the stones and pitfalls made me
Or have the storms, fury and hate stained
Or has love and my eyes of passion
formed a depth within me?
Or has money, riches and travel
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.