a summer evening and death

A summer evening and death

I sat in my study thinking about death
not in an abject way, but I'm 86 
and thinking if death has any meaning
and if I had in my life touched a soul
(soul advisory) 
If what I had said and done would 
somehow, join the forces for goodness
No, I'm not a hero, but I feel deeply for
the many who have not been as fortunate
as I had overcome childhood drama 
I scribbled a few words I could work
another day.
My wife sat in the living room and watched
something romantic and didn't want  
to be disturbed, I went to sit on the terrace
that has a splendid view of Cascais bay
I fell asleep and woke up at five, feeling 
good about myself