No overwhelming emotion have I felt,

not love not loss not lust.

 

No sworn enemy have I made

no fight no blame no contest.

 

I have seen life for a few years

more than four decades now

 

So memories I have many

But no baggage in tow

 

If its good or bad

I question myself often

when people regale me

with their stories of passion

 

Am I devoid of passion?

I work hard and succeed - but cant recollect the hard work.

I loved and lost - but cant remember the pain.

I served and was slighted - but have never named the blame.

 

The only scene to which I can relate - 

A bouquet in my right hand,

and an empty vase in my left