The bucket life filled

What I will know when I die?

The time I was born, the time I first smiled.

The first time I moved, the first time I cried.

The first time I walked, the first time I fell.

The first day at school, The first time I met someone new.

The first cry of separation and the first friend.

The first homework I did, the first teacher I loved, the first pen I owned.

The first dream I saw, the first decision I took, the first mistake I made.

The first dream shattered, the first glint of loss, the first feel of no hope.

The first poem I wrote, the first night I didn't sleep.

The first promise I made, the first time I broke it.

The first love I felt, the first time I lost it.

Life gave me chances, so many after one another,

I took them all as they came, no matter.

But here again I think I lost it, 

and here again I think I blew it.

Now I sit and see and feel, what came my way, what went another way.

I think life filled my bucket right, no other way I'd have lifted it so light!