She asked him, "What are you trying to be?"
and his silent answer told her he didn't know.

Sometimes it's enough
to raise your kids well,
to kiss your wife goodnight
in the house you built,
not just with hammer and nail
but through years of love,
affection, and living.

Sometimes it's enough
to grow old like your parents did,
to work towards the wrinkles around the eyes,
like your grandfather's,
molded by years of smiling and easy
laughing.

And, sometimes, it's enough
to be a good man.