A Temporary Tenure

 

In my youth I viewed the future with confidence,

it would last forever into a distant horizon.

Adulthood, old age and death were remote, 

and not worthy of any real consideration.

The world was my oyster as I had freedom and youth,

to play and plan, to dream and ponder.

My needs were provided for by my parents,

I hankered for some things but was generally content.

Life then took off as I left school and embraced the greater world,

I travelled, fell in love and pursued a career.

'Tempus fugit' and in no time at all I arrived at a great age,

it was as if the breaks had been applied.

I was retired, gently placed in a waiting room,

where my life's end and death awaited me.

I reflected on the course of my life,

and thought deeply about my achievements and failures.

What sort of report could I write about myself,

had I been successful and done my best?

Was my life more give than take or vice versa?

I began to see differently my entire existence,

and drew some startling conclusions.

Life is known for its brevity and uncertainty,

it is a learning experience which challenges the soul.

How well had I done?

What could I take with me into eternity which had value?

I sensed that I would be held accountable,

for what I had contributed to the lives of others.

My journey through life had not been some randon venture,

it had both meaning and purpose.

Had I played my part well?