I composed this poem as a caution to others to not allow valuable time to be wasted in your life and then find that it is too late to have a life.
TO BE ALIVE WITH NO LIFE LEFT
A day in a life, a day in a dream,
While looking ahead, or so it may seem.
When trouble and trials come from every side,
Your attention then turns, to turning the tide.
Is anything more sacred, than being alive?
What’s more important, as we work to survive?
No happiness dwells, just being alive and alone,
And it certainly is not in the things that we own.
Get your ducks in a row, and someone steals your thunder.
Work a year for a day, and time turns to wonder.
What went amiss, while doing your best,
Career took a lot, and the world took the rest.
All of true life, is not about just living,
Or about your deeds, or things worth giving.
It is you, yourself who is important too.
You must give thought to, yourself be true.
Somewhere toward the end, you have paid your dues,
And where it all ends, is in the path you choose.
It is not selfish, to want a bit of life for yourself,
But how tragic to be…alive…with no life left.