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Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Post 195: The Life Cycle



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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