Look Into MY mirror Part 5. Winning

In the tempest of life I serenely saunter,

Picking up bits and pieces of humanity;

Interring in my mind the facts and figures before me.

I walk in the realm of reality,

With the knowledge of ending mortality;

To make the most of the time at hand,

And to not live a life of fatality.

 

The creature of age creeps into my life

With slow steadiness,

And I look back to ask,

"Where have I been?

What have I done?

Have I accomplished my goals?

Have I won?"

 

Life is too short to tread on triviality.

The things held most dear must come to the front

And lead us along through the light and the dark.

We should always be able to make the remark,

"Today I lived and laughed and loved;

Took each thing as it came and put it in place;

Recorded each smile, each frown, every face."

Then we can say that our life is worthwhile

And face the next day with a smile.

 

Within these lines my lament has its start

In scanning the surface of love, truth and art.

I beckon to this generation of man,

Take a look at yourself if you can;

To see where you're from and where you must go;

To see what you'll reap from the seeds that you sow.

 

Look in my mirror and see my heart,

But don't be surprised if you see a small part

Of your very own heart... Your very own soul.

Then look to yourself.

Seek to find your own goal.