The sands of time drift effortlessly across the desert of my life.
Each grain an experience gained with both success and strife.
Many paths with heavy footsteps trod, this journey has been long.
And yet perceived a horizon still with purpose I traveled on.
Though the years have swiftly passed, I still recall my childhood.
As brothers we would mischief find where and when we could.
The fears of retribution for our deeds were never entertained.
Learning from mistakes we made through punishment and pain.
Quickly did we grow for encroaching manhood had begun.
With family and friends along the way, we cherished every one.
Until at last, alone I stood to face my final years in fear.
Had my life been all in vain as loneliness turned to tears?
I stood before a dark foreboding chasm of uncertainty.
Knowing of my selfish deeds, no God would show me pity.
Awaiting that one step into oblivion the will to live removed.
For then my soul was lifted, unseeing hands from death delivered.
Horizons faded skies once darkened with sadness cleared anew.
I had found what foolishly nearly lost; her love for me was true.
