Years roll past as the endless seas,
One after the other and never cease.
When beginning, the end is not in sight.
Young never see the limit of the light.
Then comes the day, your immortality flies.
You realize that everyone at last, dies.
So then what have you at the final day?
Of your life what will they say?
Will you leave a legend, a glorious song?
Or will they say you lingered far too long?
As for me, I truly care not to bother.
I please my God, my wife, myself, but no other.
Those who seek the approval of all.
Hobble their lives with chain and ball.
Too many just stand in the crowd.
Their criticism of others far too loud.
Try as you might, they can not be pleased.
With their own selves they are ill at ease.
To relieve their own pain.
They make little of your gain.
It is a trap they lay.
For their failure you pay.
Leave them to their petty game.
Let them not sully your name.
It matters not what they will say.
They will not be present on your judgment day.