Chasing The Wind

Time takes the pace,
And gives the measure,
Traveling forward toward ambition,
And backward toward forever.
Standing still only for the dream,
Life can seem to go so slow,
Yet sometimes seems to fly away,
Even so it passes on the same.

So what is the purpose,
To now you’re here,
And next you’re not,
If all you’ll ever do and be,
Are lost among the pages,
Of unwritten history,
Scattered like the sands of time,
Under the waves of eternity.

There was once a man,
Who had done everything,
As it was his afforded privilege,
For he was a powerful king.
The richest and wisest,
In all the known lands,
But life’s ultimate control,
Was out of his hands.

He knew that it was,
For nothing, he’d gained,
All his wisdom and wealth,
all his knowledge and fame,
For life is a vapor,
A breath while you’re here,
To be savored and cherished,
Before it disappears.

Life means something different,
To all it touches and departs.
Others all around us are each one,
Playing their own parts.
For some it means two become one,
In reaching out to share their hearts.
And still whatever living holds in store,
It is worth preserving as it starts.

Chasing the wind.......
It was written down so long ago.
Chasing the wind.......
From where it comes, you’ll never know.
You know you’ll never hold a breeze,
Silence a gale, or calm the seas,
But keep on living life from day to day.
Carry on.......... anyway.

©1989 By Sherry Gardner