The Eternal Problem

Sunrise or sunset? Personal photo

The problem you see

is for me to write

and have still have time

to really be me.

The problem you see

Is keeping focus

On my own true God —

No hocus-pocus.

The problem you see

Is that years fly by.

And that thief called time

Stole what I call “my”.

My dad and mother,

My friends — so many,

My sisters and brother.

Whether blood or no,

To other side must

Sometime, somehow go.

We all must you know.

Someday we must go —

On the great adventure.

Greatest of them all,

No matter if we squall.

Death won’t for us wait

Past our written date.

No matter how we hate

Our very own “use by date”.

To our God we will go

Whether we then say, “Yes,”

Or scream out loudly, “No!”

Soon our judgement we’ll know.

So now may be the last chance

For me to change how I prance

About in this, my life’s dance.

“Please, God, help me do my best.

I know You will do the rest.

I really, deeply, truly thank You.” 🙏🏻