What have I done with my life?
What am I doing with my life now?
What do I want to do with what remains of it?
What have I done with my life?
I haven't done a thing to change the world.
I haven't brought communities together---I didn't even try.
What have I done with my life? I haven't fought corruption,
I have't stopped the wars. I haven't helped the homeless
And those who have much less than I.
What have I done with my life? I haven't cleaned the oceans
Of the garbage that we dump. I haven't cleaned the air that we breathe.
What have I done with my life? All I can say is that I have loved.
I have loved the earth, the trees, and all the living things.
I have loved my family, my friends, and the lovers that I've had.
What do I want to do with the rest of my life?
Is it hours I have left? Is it days? Is it weeks, or months, or years
That I carry on my back? I do not know.
But I know my heart will help me find the way
As I walk on this tightrope.
I shall try to listen better, and shall try to use fewer words;
I cannot change the world
For I am just a speck of dust in the great landscape of our planet.
In the meantime I'll continue to be me.
I'll continue to love you through the remaining of my life.
09/16/2015(c)Vilma Vitanza
Oakland, CA
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
What have I done with my life?
What am I doing with my life now?
What do I want to do with what remains of it?
What have I done with my life?
I haven't done a thing to change the world.
I haven't brought communities together---I didn't even try.
What have I done with my life? I haven't fought corruption,
I have't stopped the wars. I haven't helped the homeless
And those who have much less than I.
What have I done with my life? I haven't cleaned the oceans
Of the garbage that we dump. I haven't cleaned the air that we breathe.
What have I done with my life? All I can say is that I have loved.
I have loved the earth, the trees, and all the living things.
I have loved my family, my friends, and the lovers that I've had.
What do I want to do with the rest of my life?
Is it hours I have left? Is it days? Is it weeks, or months, or years
That I carry on my back? I do not know.
But I know my heart will help me find the way
As I walk on this tightrope.
I shall try to listen better, and shall try to use fewer words;
I cannot change the world
For I am just a speck of dust in the great landscape of our planet.
In the meantime I'll continue to be me.
I'll continue to love you through the remaining of my life.
09/16/2015(c)Vilma Vitanza
Oakland, CA