It isn’t fair how fortunate I am.
I haven’t great accomplishments or wealth.
A member of a loved and loving fam-
ily, enjoying more of elder health
than all my nuts and exercise deserve,
abiding in a friendly neighborhood,
in air swept clear by atmospheric curve,
my days are happy and my kids are good.

I made an effort, sure, but what got built
is better than imagined or designed.
I wonder I don’t feel survivor guilt –
Do I donate enough? Should I be fined
for sharing failure? I don’t see the means
to fairly allocate the magic beans.