I've accepted that unfortunately, I don't think the most of myself. But I always told myself that if I could be good to the people around me, some form of positivity and supply a decent amount of love to my friends, then that's enough for me to die happy when that time comes.
Not sure about this one. Keep changing things and the structure is loose and unclear ....which is an ironic problem to have. But yeah, I'm tired, may revisit.
ATnd I would climb the beacon That looked to Wales away And saw the last of day.Ihe weathercock at sunset Would lose the slanted ray,
W muse on change and fortune And all the feats I vowed When I was young and proud.
hen summer's end is nighing And skies at evening cloud,