Why’s life in such a hurry;
why does it go so fast?
Long ago, it rode in a surrey;
those days; long since passed.
Yesterday, I was merely a child;
with few responsibilities;
a world ahead, had me beguiled;
a world that was mine to seize.
Then, with youth left behind;
I set out to become who I am;
the future was difficult to find
and even more difficult to plan.
Who, indeed, is directing my path;
is the Master still in command;
have I somehow incurred His wrath;
or does destiny have a hand?
I’m in the final act of life’s play;
not sensing my character’s purpose;
finding myself, living day to day;
reasons, hidden neath the surface.
I feel like an extra, in the play;
just another face in the crowd;
my role is simply day to day;
sometimes I tend to be cowed.
Soon, it’s my time to leave the stage;
I don’t know the script for certain;
as one of the players, I’ll still engage;
till destiny brings down the curtain.