Song of Myself

Inspired by Walt Whitman!

It started with the reminiscing,

The photographs, the memories,

It began with the bittersweet element of time,

As it taunted me, always ticking,

Never seizing, or gaining minutes.

Constantly losing, slipping away,

I ran through life like it was a race, but what was the prize?

And then it happened,

I saw the light, the light that shined brighter than any star,

Than any sun or moon.

I realized that life was a gift, to always be cherished and cared for,

With the same attention a young child deserves.

But if life was a gift, what was it wrapped in?

Some may say the answer is unknown, never to be found,

But with growing in age, in intelligence and wit,

The answer is made clear.

When a person receives a gift, anticipation fills their hearts,

They wish to know what is inside,

What prize they can expect next.

With life, the wrapping is quite the same.

With every second we are given, our goal is to live life to the fullest,

Free of fear, of regret or loss,

To make it to the finish line unscathed.

However, we will never find out what is inside the present,

For life is constantly changing, and the future is never set in stone.