A Waste of Time
Sometimes I think my life a waste of time
That I have accomplished nothing of note,
When I observe those with lives sublime
I fear I am stuck in a backwood remote.
My mind becomes overwhelmed with fear
That I may leave this life without a legacy
With all I have accomplished left at a bier,
Where some have labeled all mendacity.
Yet I know that time for all must expire
'Tis true, that life on this earth is transient,
And we must to a greater beyond aspire
Then, only then, will I know what it meant.
written January 10, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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