Who is You
Often it is I wonder of things my life’s supplied
Some things I had wanted - others were denied
Some things I planned, oh so carefully
Other things just happened, rather naturally
There are people I have met, all those places that I’ve seen,
And, of course, all those other things wedged tightly in between
Ah … such a marvel, all those things that I have done
I wonder now, when this life ends: Will there be another one?
Can it ever end, Nature’s Grand Scheme of things?
Does it go on forever, in other worlds of happenings?
Does it abruptly end, in a chasm dark and cold,
Or is there another world of wonders to behold?
If there is another world in which we will abide
I’ve not heard from anyone who’s reached that “other side”
I guess it matters not, while it is we live and breathe
But another world beyond this one – I simply can’t conceive.
How could it be much better, when we think of things right here
Sunlight, fresh air, and … holding someone dear?
Seasons come and go with each its’ wondrous fare
To think there’s something better – oh, I mustn’t dare!
To travel down the Road of Life my being has supplied
Allowed me to absorb those things taken in my stride
And assisting in my absorption of those things I did accrue
Many would not have come to me, without the person who is you.
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