A Pondering

A Pondering

Today, I ponder my time here,

Like a man sitting on the bench, things aren’t clear.

I look into my world, its experiences, the circle of friends,

And ultimately my family far and near, but to what end?

From the memories, I piece together a consistent theme.

One that reflects shared values, intense dedication, and moon beams.

The roads less traveled and the unforeseen opportunities,

Have been as the flower being held, each one different, each of unity.

For me, I've fallen, gotten up more times than I care to mention,

But grace is sufficient, mercy enduring has stood at attention.

Therefore, with guarded speculation and reassuring faith,

I look into this new year understanding the lessons it will take.

As my eyes surrender to the cloudiness of age,

And my hands to the trembling of time without any rage.

The only thing that I have are my memories of who I use to be,

Of those who made my life worth living, there were plenty.

In those snapshots of time now aging, crinkled edges, yellowing tint.

I ponder the colors, the emotions, and the choices I made.

Did I point someone's life in the right direction along the way?

To trust in themselves, have faith from day to day.