Lightning Strikes
When I was young; I lived in the present;
ignoring the future or past;
an Autumn breeze; it all seemed so pleasant;
I thought it, always, would last.
And yet, even then; reality interrupted;
lightning would strike; unexpected;
my peace, disturbed; destiny corrupted;
barriers to my future, erected.
I’ve spent seven decades, living my story;
“that can’t happen to me”
while, on my way; dreaming of glory;
why is it, I just couldn’t see?
Mesmerized by a bright, breaking dawn;
I had not a clue of destiny’s plan;
believing that all my problems were gone;
storm clouds said they had just began.
Life always brings us its ups and downs;
its storms were destined to roll in;
turning us into life’s failures and clowns;
as its thunder and lightning begins.
Thunder and lightning are the cymbal’s clash;
intended to gain our attention;
converting all of our past thoughts to mere ash;
bringing thoughts to a new dimension.
Lightning strikes a chord for all to see;
hinting life’s storms; will soon be past;
all will become as God meant it to be;
and, there shall be peace, at last.
Monty 10/26/23. # 1,832