It does not get better than this, I insist;
It’s something delightful and not to be missed.
Which makes me, of course, entertain thoughts of you,
In wishing, and hoping, you find goodness, too.
I’d also prefer it to be a surprise;
But, with that, be something you’d instantly prize.
For life is too short to think only of me;
There’s no harm in wishing you well I can see.
Beside that, if I only thought of myself,
That would be like living on a self-made shelf.
Of course, there’s the other side—which time will tell—
That you will think likewise, and do it, as well!
© Richard Williams