I fast forwarded my life years ahead;
thinking what the future might hold;
past the time that I’d become dead;
seeing new tomorrows unfold.
Highways and byways; much the same;
new faces everywhere I would look;
many people bore their relative’s name;
yet, their lives had begun a new book.
I felt like I was watching a movie or play;
the scenes were almost the same place;
yet, they weren’t the same as yesterday;
for, destiny had fashioned a new face.
Each year, a new volume of life’s book;
adorned all of reality’s stage;
the background, displayed a new look;
and new strangers to engage.
I thought for a while about wasted lives;
generations of loved ones now gone;
new generations; new husbands and wives;
were given the role to move on.
They, too, would be leaving life’s stage;
much sooner than they will imagine;
they still must find the way to engage;
a lonely future, none could fathom.
What do we look for; after this production;
a new life; beyond the grave?
How can we atone for all our corruption;
for the Master, alone, can save.