The Awakening
Thinking only of myself,
at times, I walked away
with no regrets or afterthought—
my ego gone astray…
No looking back, no apologies,
just a cold, cold heart of clay.
No guilt, regrets or any angst,
I forged through life alone,
thinking I could still climb heights
tho’ dreadful seeds I’d sown…
But now, I know the sad truth—
for much I must atone.
I made it not alone in life,
my path—not always straight…
Listening to the old and wise
my fate to contemplate —
I find, my friend, that in the end,
I must walk thru' that gate.
Age has made me wiser,
life has been my guide—
learning from these lessons,
my ego set aside.
God became my mentor—
and turned the raging tide.
I go now to the injured,
forgiveness—make my plea…
fill my mouth with humbleness
to set my conscience free,
strive to love my fellow man
for selfishness must flee.
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