I can’t remember when <br />I felt anything for myself <br />Except for revulsion and contempt; <br />I haven’t been worried for years <br />And anxious for months <br />On my own account, <br />The sum of my existence <br />Is a small amount. <br /> <br />When the balance is due, <br />When everything is settled <br />And every vital decision decided, <br />I need to know <br />That you made it through this world <br />With your soul and psyche whole, <br />That you found the happiness <br />I was unable to give you.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-on-his-deathbed-gazing-at-his-wife/
