To Live Authentically
I stand and gaze at the stars in the sky,
Wondering what happens to me when I die?
With questions like who, what, when, where and why,
I sure hope the answer won’t end up a lie.
What was important, the things that I knew?
Or passing the true things on to a few?
Discerning the truth as my wisdom grew,
Gave me more patience while thinking things through.
Why is it different for a girl or a guy?
Why is it wrong for a grown man to cry?
At some point it’s best to just say good-bye,
It’s not as if you did not even try.
Answers are not needed apparently,
For life to be lived authentically.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2022
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