In waning days of life, endless thoughts to mind,
Now days slowly pass in scales final balance.
Thoughts purge of past value and decision,
Remembered words in haste in want of retrieval.
Over time I've built such hills and valleys
Spurned by life's trials and tribulations.
Persistent memories haunt quiet hours,
Each clamor for attention, yet beyond resolution.
Can I endure tormented till graves solution,
Troubled by deeds enacted, motives now forgotten.
Introspection, the value of self.
Open vault, nothing may hide in shadowed mist,
Now judgment awaits the sum of my life.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2017
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