Success At Life

Something I never expected was

the idea of being a success at life,

Nor thought of much, until just now,

when, of a sudden, it seems I am,

A success despite my many failings

that sting, embarrass and cause distress,

Anxiety too, since they’ll be repeated

as long as I live, if diminished daily,

Until I vanish, and worms and microbes

make innocent work

Of a life gone by with a positive balance,

somewhat, a little more good than harm.

And the good news is, the really good news:

I am an average human being.