We never know how long we have on this blue ball,
which endlessly spins in space.
Never know our length of life,
or what will be our ‘eternal address’ after we’re gone.
And I still say that regrets are pointless,
when you know you’ve done everything you possibly could,
to prevent having them in the first place.
To make the most of it while we can,
instead of pondering all the “what ifs”
and “woulda, coulda, shouldas”,
to think about what we could do now,
in the time we have, today, to make our lives better,
or the world a better place…
wouldn’t that be more worthwhile?
I know that I’ve tried beyond what trying demanded,
and got left, empty-handed, holding the baggage.
But each time that someone lied, or each time the hope died,
and then that black dog of despair came prowling around,
tracking the scent of tears freshly shed…
and there the dream still wasn’t dead…
what’s that old adage?
You don’t know what you’ve got, ’till it’s gone?
Ah, hell, maybe that’s just some old, forgotten song,
trotted out in times of loneliness.
And we, specks of dust that we really are,
can define ourselves by what we DO with our lives,
or these gifts we’re given.
Some, imagine themselves to be a star of light,
a ray of hope in the dimness and shadows of Life…
which, by the way, is made for the living.
It’s not an easy journey, and oft times,
it’s a precarious, hard-won, knock-down, drag-out fight.
Some think that immortality lies in living on in memory,
well after you’re naught but food for worms.
At least the worms are happy, eh?
And if it takes a life-time to forget the important “immortals”,
then how come the lessons are so damned hard to learn?
~ C.L.R. ~ ©