We strive we toil to make ends meet finding other paths
When faced with defeat
We chase the desired *** of gold
Till the mirror shows
We have grown old
Only then do many with furrowed brow
Begin to stop and look at now
As regrets then fill our weathered minds
We become aware of passing times
Alone with thoughts
Not much time to borrow
Hoping there still may be tomorrow
Our lives played out in a hurried haze
In the mind we watch as our memory plays
So much we missed
Things that went unseen
Like the beauty of the silent stream
The call of natures sacred sound
Encompassing beauty all around
The crystal dew upon the lawn
Sunrise displaying early morn
Winter frost glowing beneath our feet
Slowing our pace helping us retreat
The rain the floods
The winter snow
Makes us more mindful as we go
It's
Always been with us
Though not embraced
Until our final chapters faced