I can't believe I'm laughing!
I'd have sworn  I'd be
shaking or sniveling.
And I sure didn't expect
a  limousine.
I've never been in a limousine.
No biggy.
I've had better  than fame.
Who needs the pressure?
As for fortune, I'm filthy.
That's  why I'm laughing.
I've had so much love:
the giving, the getting.
It's  shameful.
It's embarrassing.
And it's too late.
No one can take it  away!
And I've had the pain
to help me appreciate it.
Thank God for the  pain!
Easy for me to say
now that I'm going!
But no, seriously,
the  kicks in the teeth,
the gut, the rugs
pulled out, slammed  doors,
setbacks, snubs.
Without them, I'd
never have  recognized
Love, bedraggled,
plain eyes shining,
happy to see me.
Do  I want more?
Of course I want more!
I always want more
of everything:  money, hugs,
lovemaking, art, butter,
woods, flowers, the  sea,
M&Ms, chips, tops, bottoms,
trips -- I did give up drinking  --
time, sure, and yes,
I'd like to see
my grandchildren,
if there  are any.
I'd like to see my books
but more has never
been good for me  anyway.
Enough -- that's what I've
always needed to learn,
and is there  a better way?
So this laughter
I had to work up to
through so many  tears,
it just keeps coming
like a fountain, a spray.
Let it light on  you
refreshment, benediction,
as I'm driven away.