summer evening and death

A summer evening and death I sat in my study thinking about death not in an abject way, but I'm 86  and thinking if death has any meaning and if I had in my life touched a soul (soul advisory)  If what I had said and done would  somehow, join the forces for goodness No, I'm not a hero, but I feel deeply for the many who have not been as fortunate as I had overcome childhood drama  I scribbled a few words I could work another day. My wife sat in the living room and watched something romantic and didn't want   to be disturbed, I went to sit on the terrace that has a splendid view of Cascais bay I fell asleep and woke up at five, feeling  good about myself