Forevermore

I thought always to be more.

To play outside more,
To be tickled more,
To splash in the water more,
To colour in more,
To be hugged more,
To hear more bedtime stories.

To listen to more music,
To watch more TV,
To go to the beach more,
To score more goals,
To be more popular,
To be more independent.

To drink more,
Party more,
Work out at the gym more,
Buy a more flashy car,
Study more,
And be more attractive.

To work more,
Get paid more,
Find a more rewarding job,
Meet a more suitable partner,
Buy a more spacious unit,
And plan a more perfect wedding.

To move to a more family home,
And a more corner office,
To pay off more of the mortgage,
To prioritise more,
To have more free time,
To make love more often.

To have a more loving relationship,
To be there more for the kids,
And have more Christmases with the parents,
While gazing up at the stars more,
To understand more,
Why I had not been more.

To have more to retire on,
To travel more,
Relax more,
Sing more,
Dance more,
Laugh more,
Cry more,
To appreciate all the little things more.

To speak to the children more,
And see the grandchildren more,
To believe in God more,
For time to slow more,
To enjoy the sunset more,
And to have loved more.

Only to have loved more.