Why is it that life goes by so fast;
it’s finished before it got started;
why doesn’t it seem like it lasts;
some of my friends have departed.
I’d dreamed I’d be famous and rich;
have mastery over domain;
again and again I see reality switch;
neither fame nor wealth could I claim.
I heard many people arrogantly claim:
they brought forth their best to bring;
if given the chance; they’d do it again;
demonstrating they learned not a thing.
I have felt the painful sting of life’s hate;
and the thoughts of my failures remain;
anyone who is thoughtful can easily relate;
that we don’t wish to relive it the same.
Perfection wasn’t meant to be our goal;
it was never within our purview;
learning was meant to enhance our soul;
till death had imposed his curfew.
After death had granted us sleep;
we’re destined to return to earth;
for just as He promised our soul to keep;
He keeps it by giving new birth.
Wisdom revealed; exposed by my tears;
my goals shall no more be for me;
for what I have learned from passing years;
is His truth has indeed set us free.