Life

Life

Ignoring the purpose from sunrise to sunset,

That’s all the time any of us will get.

It’s a passage, a tic-tock of the clock,

A time for whispers and time to squawk.

It’s a time of shadows, light and dark,

And to prepare for new journeys on which to embark.

Sadly, many never see it or understand it that way,

Feeling as though things of this earth will never decay.

But if we listen to those from the past,

For those who’ve spent their time, nothing lasts.

Yet, the clamoring and bickering continue on,

Between those who still awaken from dawn to dawn.

If truth be known, many will attest,

Especially those who’ve been laid to rest.

Time waits for no one young or old,

So, embrace your life, your story to be told.

Echoes from lips now silenced by time,

Can be heard if we listen and not be unkind.

Their words and their thoughts offer insight,

Have now become captive to the permanent night.

Release me from the frivolity of mankind,

And let me see life and not walk as if blind.

For to understand this journey I’ve undertaken,

Is to write each word, not a page forsaken.