Taught to focus. Trained to see.
Forgetting at times,
It’s all up to me.
Then comes a time,
When I cannot see.
Those who once,
Meant so much to me.
They have their lives,
I’m not a part.
Their lives always.
Front and Center.
Mine becomes
A Note or a Letter.
So busy are they,
Someday they’ll say:
I tried, I did,
It was just so hard to “begin”.
To connect and to call.
To rise and to fall.
Their time is near,
Perhaps that’s the fear.
We had a lifetime,
They have just days.
Each one passing,
Struggling in a maze.
We walked and ran,
We know the way.
Their time is near,
Soon they too will fear.
No calls, no notes,
No one to hear.
Out of Touch,
LIfe's Biggest Fear.
