Oh, what a fool I am, When I confuse the sum of my belongings With the amount of my happiness. Fool! Could you only have such a thing As happiness, No man could ever have such wealth. Oh, what a fool I was, When I thought getting what I longed for Would make me want no more. Fool! Could you only long for no more, No man would ever want more. So I make a list of unownable things That make me happy. I write: You The sea The sun The trees The birds The sky The time I have left with you under the sun