A Life Well Lived

I’ve lived one long life for many years,

And found much to treasure,

A fair share of smiles and tears,

As I reflect on memories with little displeasure,

I think that I surely have had,

A life well lived by any measure.

No, all my dreams I did not yet beget,

But with certainty I say,

Despite it all, I have not one regret.

So if the dream of life now should end,

And soon I wake in the arms of death,

Why not greet him as a friend?

As my story comes to its final chapter,

Let it in the epilogue be said:

With friends and family around her,

She died not with fear, but a smile instead.