Each and every day, I rise before the sun,
And as I watch the sun crest over the hillside,
The awe is so grand that I fail to acknowledge it shall surely set,
But in sitting here tonight, I wonder,
What have I done to ensure that I will not be forgotten,
Long after the sun has set upon my life,
Will anyone know just who I was,
Will anyone care that I existed,
Have I done what I was meant to do here,
And did I leave an impression upon any lives,
I search through the things that I have accomplished,
All that I have done in the time I have been here,
I ponder the good and the bad in my life,
And yet the question remains a torment in my mind,
Did I love the ones that loved me,
Anywhere near as much as they loved me,
And did I make sure to let them know,
That I loved them and they were loved deeply,
Someday, somewhere, down the line,
My time will come and I will die,
It is inevitable that the end will come,
And I can only hope that my life was not all in vein,
That my joy, my love, my laughter, my pain,
Will all be forgotten like a gift from the past,
That was not wanted in the first place.
Author: K Ball
