Without Regrets What Have I Left

The end of days is a term Dark enough To make men squirm And real enough In a way To make one consider His final day… Without regrets…who’s to say And doing so I must look back On what I wrought And what I wrecked What I built And what I broke What I gave And what I took Then the book that tallies sums Finds me wanting And then some For my life And energy Was focused primarily On what I wanted at the time And self-indulgence Seemed not a crime To lift oneself above the throng Seemed fitting, nothing wrong And so I worked and earned my wage And climbed over brothers in my rage Having more my only gauge My appetites were not assuaged And more I took as if by right And endless quest Both day and night Without regrets, without a care I took far more than my share Wealth, pleasure, and acclaim Let my enemies Fear my name All these things I held in pride And boasted to never stand aside I thought myself a god, a king And now face the truth It was a worthless thing A vanity to suppose That fleeting riches Even wealth untold Could match the value Of a single soul Or just one breath A solitary heartbeat The veil between Life and death And now upon my end of days I wish that I had changed my ways And focused instead On the sovereignty of the Lord And humanity Then perhaps I’d have something more Than regrets at life’s final door