What does it take?
To find what we search for,
and, even harder, to keep it?
What must we do?
I seek no endless glory,
I do not desire that my name be sung
down through the ages
or even remembered by more than a few.
I seek no greater affluence,
I do not desire that my name be known
as a merchant's, a rich man's,
hopefully just comfortably well-off.
I seek no pile of women,
I do not desire that my name be screamed
in the throes of passion
by ones who shall forget it thereafter.
I seek no store of power,
I do not desire that my name be heralded
as one of influence on others,
on anything much more than my own life.
The one thing I seek is companionship;
I do desire that my name be shared
with one to talk to and be near,
one to walk the winding ways of this world with me.
What does that take?
To find happiness with my other,
and to keep the fire alive?
What must I do?