Yet another restless sleepless night ....

I sit and listen to the twirling of the ceiling fan ... round and round never stopping ... never quiting 

I ponder the day ... I ponder tomorrow ... I ponder yesterday looking for answers that allude me ... seeking questions to the answers that I possess 

I ask have I been a good man ... have I done right by so many ... will anyone care when I am gone .. all the while the ceiling fan spins and spins 

The sun will rise and the sun will set ... this I know to be true .. this is change at its roots .. but what does it mean ... 

A new date... a new day... soemone's first yet another's last ... someone's Joy and someone's sorrow .... always changing 

We only have so much time ... and at the end it is the regrets most talked about ... that will have to be another story... for another day