Growing Older
I am nothing but a raindrop
Sliding down the path of life
I feel in the beginning I was pure
I was wholesome
but as time went by I collected dirt
I lost myself along the way
And now I need only look back to see
Parts of me that rubbed off
On the world
Sometimes I feel lost and afraid
Feeling like the path I'm on is predetermined
And perhaps that's exactly what life is
Maybe we're all sliding down predicted paths
To what will likely be similar ends
It's not as if I'm the only raindrop on this path
For there are millions of raindrops just like me
Yet each raindrop tells a story
In the pathway that it leaves behind
And perhaps one day my story will be told
Or maybe I'll fade insignificantly
Yet all I can do is keep sliding down this path
The fear of the unknown is always there
And perhaps that's exactly what life is
We're all fighting our own demons
Hoping to defeat them before they defeat us
And perhaps every raindrop loses part of who they are
We only need to look back to see
But what rubbed off someone else
Has become a part of who we are
I feel that maybe in the end I'll be pure again
And I'll be whole with a lifetime of experiences
While the dirt will be cleansed
I am nothing but a raindrop
Sliding down a windshield
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2013
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