There comes a time one first perceives
That life is speeding to a goal
One doesn’t really understand
Or comprehend its role

But on it speeds
To its inexorable goal
The navigator an absolute stranger
Totally outside of our control

Aboard a vessel so unfamiliar
You look for friends or family in vain
A sea of faces completely strange
Fall down around you as like rain

A metaphor of sorts I guess
But none the less it tends to focus
On the meaning of one’s life
As if it were a flowering crocus

And really at the final bell
There is no after life at all
So we must make the most while here
And leave a legacy however small
  Submitted By: John Cornick