I don’t deserve fame
Nor the words “Well done”
Deserving only blame
I revel in the sun
For all that I possess
As vision, flavour, health
And contentedness
And all I have of wealth –
Like you, you above all
The children and our Tom
And letting late leaves fall
And what must come to come
To love women and men
Dispassionately but true
And to say once again
Above all, I love you.
