Life, a drop of water in the sea
As miniscule as can be
A day, a month, a year
All the memories we hold so dear
From infancy to old age
Like the turning of the page
The past, the present, the future we dream
As impossible as it may seem
From crawling to the wheelchair
It all passes without a care
From decade to decade
Many decisions to be made
We roam from place to place
As our goals we continuously chase
When the end will be
Is not known to you or me
When the end comes, I'll be fine
It's all part of God's design
From decade to decade; with the muse of life and the ways of nature. Nice work.
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Of course, it is all part of God's design. But living the life meaningfully is in our hands. That way we can leave behind some sweet memories about our selves providing comfort and peace to those whom we loved and those who loved us. Thanks for sharing.10 points.