The Last Race

Putting my time in these many years, there seems so little time to ponder; About how much of my life has made a difference, compared to that which I have squandered. I look with sadness at the many old folks, who we just so easily tuck away; And I realize this is what to look forward to, with every passing day. I'd like to make a difference, something to leave behind when I am gone; But it seems I'm trapped in the same system, that blinds us from our dreams beyond. Now that my days are winding down, I feel it's time I took a stand; And drive for the dream at the finish line, just to prove it while I still can. On the day I step into eternity, I hope the good Lord finds no fault in me; And all the dreams I fulfilled while on this Earth, were done for him and not for me.