Mortal Poem by David Lovell

I am but a mortal man,
This and nothing more, nothing less.
I dream of great things, but can’t even keep my car running.
Looking into the stars,
Years which pass in their own time,
Neither too long nor too quick.
Beauty everywhere, in sky, and tree and grass.
Appreciation becomes more part of life;
Hard days create happier laughter,
Tears ensure greater joy.
The past changes, tempered with experience once lacked.
One day I shall be old, but kind of man shall I be?
I know not for I am but a mortal man,
This and nothing more, nothing less.