The Ripple Poem by jackie compton

In silent I stand and watch.
The wind of change as it blows
Ripple across the pond of my life.

I stand and wonder to myself.
Just how many ripples can cross one man in his life time.

The faster the ripples run.
The shorter the life span becomes.
For the distant and direction that a ripple must flow.
Depends on circumstances beyond one's control.

If one man's life is nothing more than a single ripple in time.
then how far those it runs until it runs no more?