That Prophecy
I think about that prophecy
And what it may mean
For you and for me.
Do I change my life;
Become someone else;
Live in fear, to avoid future strife.
Do I continue as I am;
Respecting myself;
Respecting my fellow man.
2012 is a dire date
Predicting the end is soon;
How does this play with my fate.
When I consider that my end
May come tomorrow or today;
I wonder, will my death offend.
Should I become then different,
Believing two years are left;
Knowing that is what’s meant.
Each man must decide
How he believes within;
And what he holds inside.
And we know not when
Our time will come;
Let us not hide or pretend.
For each day provides
A promise of renewal;
A new beginning for our lives.
I think about that prophecy,
And what it may mean,
And this is what I see:
Live each day as though it were your last;
For in the end, we know not how the die is cast.
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2010
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