I was sitting here thinking about my life,

The trials and tribulations,

The moments of the past and present,

Thinking about the future,

 

Wandering where I go from here,

There is no script for living,

Nor is there a script for dying,

Life is just a course in development,

A manuscript orchestrated by experiences,

Life is a trilogy of events,

Like chapters in a mystery novel,

The darkness that insinuates,

The sounds of life pulsating,  

The noises of our life beating internally…

 

I was sitting here thinking about my life,

The mapping of choices,

The molding of behaviors,

The DNA of our environment,

The deepening of our fears,

The magnetization that draws our peers,

There is a calling,

To collaborate, to adjoin,

To feel the freshness of human bonding,

Life is the chronicles of journals,

It speaks out to our systematic nature, as creatures…

 

I was sitting here thinking about my life,

Thinking about my daughters,

The enjoyment of living and learning,

The sharing of laughter,

The remembrance of their births,

 

I was sitting here thinking about my life,

The moment, I found you,

The soul-mate that God promised me,

The courtship of marriage,

The love we share for each other,

Even in trouble times,

For we have survive the storms,

The heartbreak of loss ones,

And the enjoyment of new friendships,

 

I was sitting here thinking about my life,

And trying to embrace the moment,

For the moment that we leave,

Or turn away from it,

Life sweeps you by the waste side,

It streaks on like a comet,

Without warning, it dissolves into nothing

As if, we were never here,

Life is extraordinary,

It’s the enjoyment of every second, every minute,

And of every hour,

It is that universal design,

Of a mosaic life—

 

Written by G E Shaw