New Me

Every year I look at me and say, “hey,
What have you done with your time and your strength?”
Maybe I’ve been spending it in all play
Or should I be seeing it at length?

Dim times I could’ve stopped—and wonder!
Unraveled mysteries of life and love,
‘Stead I sapp’d life and went asunder
Obsolete of mind –thought I’m empty of

Perhaps deserving another look is
Even what I’ve done, not what I have not.
Really when people look do they say “His
Attitude’s not with blind selfishness fraught?

‘Not about me’ is the theme I’ll stick to,
Dickinson said, to me this got through:
“I’m nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?” and it’s true,

Perhaps it’s what others have done for me,
That defines who I am and what I’m meant to be.