© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake

 

I’d never take full pride
Assume no credit how I’ve lived
That made me who I am
To life I’ve given, taken much
Good works and foul misdeeds
Traced murky distances between

 

I’ve lived near 90 years
Made many friends, some enemies
Contained within my frame
Are actions chalking phantom lines
Drab places time forgot
What have I done, where are my marks

 

Yet in my august years
I find that life awarded me
A virtue, grant unearned
A heart that loves is loved in turn
From life a precious  gift
Nor ever taken back again.