How many times have I lived?
The same amount I did die,
Did I then do my best, or did I lie?
Does it matter now or did it then?
Will this life matter in my next ten?
Was I a king, or a prince or princess for that matter?
Did I kill or was I killed, my voice being stilled?
Was I a timekeeper, a baker, a blacksmith?
Did I enjoy my work, or was I a slave to the clock?
For that matter do I enjoy my work now, tic-toc?
Where did I reside, what country, what town did I die?
Was I remembered, forgotten or unknown, at that time?
Did I know then as I know now, how to rhyme?
Or did I just live and die with little fanfare, oh what a crime?
Do we all have the same problems above, all from a lack of love?
Or have we found within, that spark of light, that makes everything just right?
Questions upon questions upon queries,
No fact to back them up or bring about theories,
For without clairvoyance, we know not what came before, nor what will come,
We just plod along, with hopes that it is all not meaningless &/or boring…
© ed – 4/23/04