I forgot to express my appreciation
Took what's been given for granted
Another day ends, gives much reflection
Was my fist clenched or was it open handed
Though I majored on the simplicities
Looked on the trappings of life's journey
Only now to realized missed opportunities
To make life's long, lasting memories
I may never come this way again
I'll take every chance to bring wholeness
Help exchange joy for someone's pain
It's the smallest things that bring oneness
I came from a faraway place in eternity
Not knowing where I'll be presented
My brief stay in time, I yearn to be free
To a state where I'll be ever alive, exalted
I came to a world of much turmoil
It's not a place I'll truly stay, call home
Everything it offers, my spirit recoil
One day I'll be gone and be not alone
I'll do my part to bring about change
A world is crying out for a helping hand
Activities of men abound, so out of range
My life seen in footprints left in sand
I can look back on this life only to say
What was it all for, was it worth it all
As I introspectively live each day
So much I dare to question, to recall
I see men's blindly efforts to find answers
Ideations, questionings, probing in askance
Failing to recognize what really matters
This life on loan to us, is our only chance
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.