I write today of living, <br />My years of loving you. <br />I take note of my passing, <br />A milestone, one or two. <br /> <br />The milestone that I noticed, <br />The one you'll notice too; <br />The one that points me homeward, <br />My love, still strong and true. <br /> <br />The milestone nearly missing, <br />My truth of life, no less; <br />Noting I still love you so, <br />Though obvious, I guess. <br /> <br />It seems it's just been moments, <br />But no, it's many years; <br />That portion of my lifetime, <br />Spent loving you in tears. <br /> <br />I've got all love required. <br />Though saying it is wrong; <br />What's left of this, my lifetime, <br />Will not be quite as long. <br /> <br />Today, I'll take for granted <br />This truth until I die; <br />Still solaced by the knowledge, <br />My love, was not a lie.<br /><br />GREENWOLFE 1962<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-truth/
