The Windows of Life
When I was young; it was a different time;
I’d look in a department store window;
seeing both the practical and the sublime;
for it was Christmas time, in the snow.
The potential gifts, I saw; led me to dream;
becoming dreams of my tomorrow;
nothing was too extravagant or extreme;
I would buy them; if I could borrow.
The time would soon pass for pretending;
truth had a greater appeal;
others, on me, had become depending;
and reality became surreal.
My focus had been significantly narrowed;
the future no longer so clear;
circumstance made life’s promises erode;
and reality injected fear.
The older I got; the less sense it all made;
the store windows had lost their appeal;
struggles and sorrows came in a parade;
yet, destiny still had much to reveal.
Death’s shadow came to shatter my tomorrows;
stores, and their windows; useless to me;
my vision restricted to heartaches and sorrows;
my future I’m suddenly starting to see.
Suddenly, the windows of life reappear;
now, I’m on the inside; looking out;
love has replaced everything that I fear;
God’s love is what life is about.
Monty 10/18/24. # 2,397