Before my allotted days swiftly get over
A stroll down memory lane and I ponder
“Ah, how did I spend my God-given years”!
It fills me with grief and evokes new fears.
I know not, how many years more in store
How strange, even then, I take no care.
No mind to fill each moment with meaning
By lovingly seeing, knowing, caring, sharing.
My incessant quest to see great things well done
Drives me to keep many little things undone.
Moments and hours and years are fleeting
May be, as fast as my heart keeps beating.
Whenever I’m struck by a new idea or vision
I feel like a wanderer, resting in a mansion
Bu it seems I’m destined to be a wanderer
Till I reach my homeland, to live forever.
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