I accept my troubles and travails

Without complaining to no avail

I accept my worries and concern

Regardless of an inability to discern

I accept gifts and pleasures that come to my door

Without the grasping greed of wanting ever more

I accept the certainty of my passing when I must go

With humility and gentility as a rivulet that flows

I accept all that inevitably comes my way, every single day

To gaze upon the mysterious and magnificent unfolding way