CONTEMPLATION
When next you sit and contemplate
The emptiness of your life,
Perhaps you'll muse past old mistakes,
Old lovers and their lies.
Too many moments slip away
Longing for the past;
And moments mount against the day
To win the war at last.
With your lifetime spent and no reserve,
Where will your last days find you,
Contemplating the pain ahead,
Or lost in the pain behind you?
Copyright Chula Fleming Aug 10, 1992
Copyright © Chula Schlesinger-Fleming | Year Posted 2024
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