it's been too long...

It's been too long since I felt this way.

I love my little life with days that start and end with night.

I'm nothing more than what I am and finally, I am fine to be.

I still dream and stretch, and push others too.

But if my life stays quaint and small, 

My deathbed will find me with a smile.

I will have slain my dragons in closets and caverns

And bundled in old blankets amidst billowing changes.

I will have trundled up old treasures of paper and ink

And bequeathed a wealth of things pasted and mended.

I won't need a lengthy tribute or a college in my name.

And I'm sure no one will write a song that will tell of all my fame.

Because I love my little life with days that start and end with night.

Shuffling my feet through knee deep leaves and finding my way again,

I don't wish for glory or grandure, no praise or crowns, I need.

I don't crave chariots parading me, or my face a household frame.

Love is richer, friendships thicker, hands hold tighter,

When it all lies in the balance.

If it is hard for a rich man to enter the great kingdom,

Then my journeys shall find me well rewarded.

I love my little life with days that start and end with night.