Nostalgia

As time goes by, I wonder why

I was put on this Earth.

I realise that I’m alive,

For the first time since my birth.

It's very clear that I am here,

Having been elsewhere before.


Now that I’m here and life is clear,

I wonder if I can do more.

Can I choose what to do?

Or is my choice being happy or blue?

While I’m here, the end could be near,

This life can be taken from me.

I think I know that life's a show

And but a phase of eternity.

So when I move on to beyond

And this life is but memory,

It can be said, I will have prayed

For all this memory to stay with me.