The clock is ticking
And soon I’ll be 55
And it got me thinking
Why am I alive?
Tragedy seems to be happening
Every single day
Or maybe I’m just focusing on the wrong things
I wish I could look away
You see one loss is something
Something we can all usually stand
But when it hits us back to back overwhelming
So sad, and hard to understand
A moving car, a health battle lost
Can each do the same
Emotionally drain us
And drive us a bit insane
It’s times like this that we should stop and think
What else do I want to do?
What remains unwritten
What in the world I want to view?
What could I become?
If I had all the time
I can’t trap it in a bottle
I just want to complete the rhyme
Time also to pray
And time to appreciate what we have
Time to connect with family
And time to say what we need to say
My mother always said
That funerals were for the ones we lost
And shivas to help the living
But I suppose what we need most
Is more time, more love, and more forgiving
I’m not Shakespeare yet
And probably I never need be
But I can still seize the day
And remember to always be me.
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