The day I grow old…..when my head’s all grey and eyes blurry, will I be remembered for the good I did, the humanity I showed or the pride I showed with each step I took, prancing like a horse on show,parading my ego?
The day I grow old, what memories of self would I have, all the blunders I made, will they come back to haunt me?
All the chances I lost out on, will they come back to taunt my mind with “what if’s” and “I wonder where I would’ve been if I had went along and took that risk”.
The day I grow old……would my grand children watch me wither in solitude like a fallen leaf blown into a slow flowing stream?
Will my own flesh and blood resent me for the anger, harshness and negligence?
The day I grow old, what would I have left in this world apart from memories of times we partied till the sun came up, drank till we passed out, only to remember less of the drinking spree or the people we drank with…..?
What legacy am I suppose to leave behind if I have never been introduced to one?
Will my advancement in my field of work mean anything?
What moral values am I suppose to pass on, do I even know what those are when I am still content with pointing out defects on those I call friends and family?
The day I grow old….and find myself empty and shallow would be the day I acknowledge I have lived one too many hours without realizing my worth and potential.
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