What are we?
What are we but a mass
A mass of a life of memories
And most of all, the sum
Of a lifetime of told stories
A child has dreams of life
Dreams and fears of the unknown
Growing into manhood he sees
His future of being all alone
People come and people go
No one tarries for long
Bewildered he looks around
At change like verses of a song
A day will come so he is told
When he too must pack and go
‘But my work is not yet done’ he says
As his life starts its ebb and flow
Then comes the fateful day
When he feels his eyes go dark
A voice in the distance calls to him
Come now or you’ll miss your mark
