Life and Memory
Sometimes I look at life,
As if I am not there,
As if I am just a memory,
Come back to revisit my life.
My daughter is in the kitchen ,
Making lunch on her own,
My son is not to be seen,
He must be out of town!
My aged mother is not anywhere,
She must have passed,
I hope In life I was good to her,
Forgive any hurt I caused.
My wife and I were separated,
For many years in a row,
But affections are never belated,
With time they even grow.
Sisters, brothers and their family,
Go about with their own lives,
sometimes I hope they think of me,
A brother who was in their lives.
Friends in my life were many,
Many who lent me a hand,
Tears, I wish to wipe if any,
If I was the cause of offend.
Then I come back to the present,
And see what I can change,
I swiftly work to correct descent,
And my own life rearrange.
So get to work in your present ,
When still here in physical state,
Live your life so you are pleasant,
Because as memory it is too late!
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