Accidental Person

The days in my memory, grow dim and start to fade, but I’m trying to hang on to no avail. I get the feeling there are dues, that I have not yet paid, but I hope to do so before my ship has sailed. In the days when I was young a man, every moment was so clear, each second to be tasted and enjoyed. The days all ran together, as each day turned in to years, paying heed I seemed determined to avoid. I heard it said if you ain’t livin’, then you’re surely gonna die, and so it was with every breath I took. But saying I was living, was just another lie, that I knew the Lord would write down in His book. But the days will soon be ending, my time will soon be here, it does no good to try and change the past. I can only hang my head in shame, and brush away my tears, as the day of my atonement comes at last. I can only hope that those I knew that I may have brought upon a pain or hurt. Know that karma never fails, and is a cold and vengeful brew, and I will come know my just deserts. So if you ever think back of me, and try to understand, how a man could live a life so incomplete. Know that an accidental person, whose life was never meant or planned, Any other life could never taste so sweet. Ken Baker - July 10, 2010