By Damyion
Will They Sing Your Song?
As humans, we all have our dreams, our goals and our ambitions. Most of us end up achieving them and some of us don’t – probably because they failed to try or because they died.
We all want the wealth, the fame, the glory and all the good things of life. Do we think of posterity at all? Do we want to be remembered when we’re gone? And if we are, what will we be remembered for? After all is said and done… Will they sing our songs when we’re gone?
Here’s a little poem I wrote. I hope it passes it’s message:
SING MY SONG
When my hands are wrinkled,
when my heart is dry;
when my eyes have closed their doors
and are too old to cry…
When my soul is empty,
when my heart is bare;
when my dying words
have been left into your care…
When my body’s dying,
when my soul is gone;
when my voice has flown away
on the wings of broken songs…
When I’ve lost my strength,
when I’ve found my end;
when I’ve lived my life in full
and death becomes my friend…
When I’ve closed my eyes
and heaven opens it doors;
When my wrinkled hands
are now falling to the floor…
When my lips are smiling,
when the rain is falling;
when the angels sing,
when the cherubims are calling…
When the door is closing,
when the grave is dug;
when it’s too late to kiss me,
when it’s too late to hug…
When my hands are waving,
telling you goodbye;
when my eyes are closing,
too old to even cry…
When my pen was writing,
when my ink was smeared;
when my soul was crying,
I hope my voice was heard…
When my soul is leaving,
when my body’s gone;
when my voice has left me,
Will you sing my song…?
Your life is like a song. Everything you do is like lyrics written on the pages of history. Careful how you live or your song might just be like a rave of the moment, only to be forgotten after a while. After all, you only live once.
Think about it.
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