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. 

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