No Longer About Me

When I was young, it was all about me;
what would my life be like;
who was I destined in this life, to be;
after I outgrow my bike.

Slowly I grew, to become a man;
my life turned into obligation;
each day started as daybreak began;
more focused on occupation.

My mind slowly was changing direction;
I became life’s squirrel, gathering nuts;
focused on others, needing food and protection;
the road I traveled, was filled with ruts.

Though my life overflowed with purpose;
it was strictly, day to day, and routine;
thoughts, deep within, striving to surface;
there was more to life than I’d seen.

Much like that squirrel, my nest was looted;
all I had worked for, was gone;
life all around me became convoluted;
yet, still, I’m obliged to live on.

That garden of life, I had carefully planted;
yanked out of the ground by its root;
and all those things I’d taken for granted;
had suddenly all been made moot.

Life’s Author was also caught by surprise;
I’d been so blind, I just couldn’t see;
and suddenly, His Light came to my eyes;
and life was no longer just about me.

Monty 6/28/22. # 1,188