Some Small Whisper

 

I bumbled through life,

And I had no real aim,

I set myself one goal,

To not play the game.

 

I never took prisoners,

I counted no score,

I ended with plenty,

And want for no more.

 

I’ve food and I’ve transport,

Two dogs and a chair,

A home in the country,

A fox needs his lair.

 

With nothing resplendent,

I dress as I please,

And if the wind blows me,

I bend with the breeze.

 

It always has been so,

‘Ambition’, not me,

I’d rather be happy,

I’d rather be free.

 

Ambition constrains you,

It binds you with chain,

It might bring progression,

To me it spells pain.

 

To be in the right place,

Was always enough,

To be always fortunate,

Smoothing the rough.

 

And when things got awkward,

As sometimes they do,

Then love was my bonding,

Intelligent glue.

 

For we in the absolute,

Live with each thought,

No route to escape,

All the things we have wrought.

 

The lessons the learning,

The wounds from each war,

With no one to tally,

The actual score.

 

So what makes a difference,

What mark on this earth,

We’re clouds in a blue sky,

And whispers of mirth.