Accidental Poet

If In The End

As I look ahead

To the sureness of tomorrow

In my rear view mirror

How will I critique my shadow?

Maybe I’ll frown

Of poorly chosen ways

Or smile of sweet memories

Serene and tranquil days

Possibly I’ll see a fool

And I’ll laugh at my silly self

Or perhaps just sigh

As I recall sitting on that shelf

The pages we turned

Now in the past

What did we learn?

Questions now we ask

I don’t expect to hold

Every acquisition I seek

For my contentment rests

Just in earning my keep

To leave behind

The good measure of my name

Oh, how I pray to God

It’s not bathed in shame

For good intentions all too often

Fall victim of shifting sand

And the end result

Is all most people understand

And admission of my faults

I left aloft in the air

Far less than perfect

Yes, I’m well aware

If in the end

I come out even

What more could I ask for?

Then, from this world I’ll be leaving

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