I find I often wonder
If my best days are behind me
If I missed the chance for fortunes
And for fame to come and find me
But I look at what I have about
And it serves to remind me
That I am far more lucky that
Such trappings do not bind me
That does not mean I do not think
I could stand to have more
Than what I have in hand right now
I'd like to have a store
Of things set back to tide me through
If problems come before
I am quite set to face them
As is the likely score
But still, I know the likely cost
Of having things to hand
More than can easily be spent
Being known through the land
So while I might not always like
To face my own demand
I am at least close to at ease
Left at my own command.
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