Life owes me nothing. Let the years Bring clouds or azure, joy or tears; Already a full cup I've quaffed; Already wept and loved and laughed, And seen, in ever-endless ways, New beauties overwhelm the days. Life owes me nought. No pain that waits Can steal the wealth from memory's gates; No aftermath of anguish slow Can quench the soul fire's early glow. I breathe, exulting, each new breath, Embracing Life, ignoring Death. Life owes me nothing. One clear morn Is boon enough for being born; And be it ninety years or ten, No need for me to question when. While Life is mine, I'll find it good, And greet each hour with gratitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR by ROSSITER WORTHINGTON RAYMOND IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE CASTLE OF DONEGAL by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DISAPPOINTED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ORNAMENTATIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AT A SEACOAST TAVERN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE FIRST SIGHT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |