Plus Four
              (For Truss)

Let the years not be numbered.
Let them be counted only
In the flights of birds,
The gold of sunsets,
And the fall of leaves.
Let it not be said
That any life was a tragedy
That saw these things and died.
Let the tragedy remain
To not have seen,
Or to have seen and then discounted
What could not be added up.
Let each life be measured in smiles
Both given and received,
So that the poorest heart,
When sitting with a friend,
Is rich.
Let the years not be numbered.
Let them be as they are.


--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com