Musings on the final curtain

I’ve been a lot of people, done a lot of things;
at times I had horns and at others grew wings.
But through it all I hope that somehow I’ve grown;
and rather than just crawled at times even flown.
I guess I’ll find out when my end time is near;
a time I’ll approach with mixed joy and with fear.
Have I been of benefit to something or someone
and at the end of each day had I had some fun.
For these are the measures that I think do count
and their sum will tell me to what I do amount.
To lay in that hole knowing existence was all
would mean that I’d failed to hear my life’s call.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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