My life can be measured,
In increments on a line.
Like the man in black I walk that line.
Sometimes it’s three steps forward.
Other times it’s five steps back.
I can’t even stop if I get off track.
Ominous clouds continually threaten.
But my inner peace keeps me focused.
Daily I stay in the present marching on,
I say, “This is where the battles are won.”
Usually I count the moments until
Everything that was confusing becomes clear.
Behind me are my footprints,
Showing me where I blindly
stepped on things I held dear,
But I tromp on in erratic fashion,
Marching to verse that I created
but never got a chance to rehearse.
As I continue my journey,
The world becomes my playground.
I cry, “I want a special friend
Who’ll stay with me until the very end.”
But like children in a park,
Finding the swings are much the same,
They get tired and angry
and move on to other games.
I want to shout, “I don’t want to keep score.
One playground or another
Will have the one I’m searching for.”
I won’t worry about getting hurt or feeling pain
Because there’s the whole world to gain.
Opportunities abound on this timeline.
I can hate and hurt or love and be kind.
I can encourage others and help them along.
I can do what is right and avoid the wrong.
“What’s this?” you say.
“How can I have fun that way?”
I’ve been there so I nod and look wise.
Misguided fun is only trouble in disguise.
When I look back at my tracks
Do they point the way for others to follow?
Or did I find a mud hole in which to wallow?
If I stayed, all would have been lost.
But I struggled free to avoid the biggest cost.
When my timeline comes to an end,
I want people to say, “Here was a good man,
And always he was a friend”.