One Life

I came to this world with nothing in my hands.
And when I leave, I know, it will be the same...
I will rest quietly in the soft grass
Without pain, without anger, without bitterness...

I will carry with me only a still memory—
of sunsets, of the sea, of warm laughter,
of love and a gentle evening wind...
And the knowledge that I truly lived...

I gave freely from my heart to all.
And asked for nothing in return.
That bliss, I know now, is to love,
and if you love, then—to remain...

I know my time has come too soon.
But who ever leaves when the hour is right?
The measure lies not in years counted...
No single life is ever quite enough for anyone...