Oh, what a fool I am,
When I confuse the sum of my belongings
With the amount of my happiness.
Fool!
Could you only have such a thing
As happiness,
No man could ever have such wealth.
Oh, what a fool I was,
When I thought getting what I longed for
Would make me want no more.
Fool!
Could you only long for no more,
No man would ever want more.
So I make a list of unownable things
That make me happy.
I write:
You
The sea
The sun
The trees
The birds
The sky
The time I have left with you under the sun
