Our nights are seldom
sound
More restless and
unsettled
Our Mind begins to ask
The bigger questions
of life
As a child
carefree
A day lasted
forever
As a youth
so anxious
To grow up
As a young adult
Restless
To be free of
Our parents
Control
to taste life
Through our own
eyes
Middle age
a bit of
fear
Enters our mind
Of what lies
ahead
Reminiscent Of dreams
Unrealized
We ponder
How old age Will
unfold
As our sprit grows
Meek and mild
Restless and wild
Looking through the eyes
Of a child
Walking slower now
Life means more
We prepare for
The next chapter
Of life old age
Life lessons as our gage
How will that play out
Will we live in pain
Lose our mind
Dementia,
slightly off our rocker
insane
How will our life end
In the arms of a loved ,a friend
Will we be ready
Or will we fear
Did we learn our lessons
To grown in spirit
I know they say
the journey is
As important
as the destination
However will we ever truly
know our purpose
There are no random accidents
Every action has a reaction
And life’s movements
Ever changing
Emotions rearranging
We are not messured
by our good deeds
But by those who remember us
Relationships cultivated with
God greatest gift of
Love
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
Our nights are seldom
sound
More restless and
unsettled
Our Mind begins to ask
The bigger questions
of life
As a child
carefree
A day lasted
forever
As a youth
so anxious
To grow up
As a young adult
Restless
To be free of
Our parents
Control
to taste life
Through our own
eyes
Middle age
a bit of
fear
Enters our mind
Of what lies
ahead
Reminiscent Of dreams
Unrealized
We ponder
How old age Will
unfold
As our sprit grows
Meek and mild
Restless and wild
Looking through the eyes
Of a child
Walking slower now
Life means more
We prepare for
The next chapter
Of life old age
Life lessons as our gage
How will that play out
Will we live in pain
Lose our mind
Dementia,
slightly off our rocker
insane
How will our life end
In the arms of a loved ,a friend
Will we be ready
Or will we fear
Did we learn our lessons
To grown in spirit
I know they say
the journey is
As important
as the destination
However will we ever truly
know our purpose
There are no random accidents
Every action has a reaction
And life’s movements
Ever changing
Emotions rearranging
We are not messured
by our good deeds
But by those who remember us
Relationships cultivated with
God greatest gift of
Love
The older I get the deeper my questions of life evolve
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