Twenty Years

Twenty years in which to learn Lessons great in value Twenty years to be aware Of what is real or untrue All this time; I wonder if I've spent it well enough And what have I to show for it… Is it merely piles of stuff? Or something one can't easily grasp Such as the love we covet Given freely to someone No misgivings or regret By what scale, then, should we measure The thing we call success? I think it should be measured by The people we have blessed And how we've shown to those behind The way to live a life With grace and kind abidance Through the times of trial and strife ©Donna Golden June, 2005 (Written just before my 20 year high school reunion!)