The story of my life

The story of my life

is walking alone on a road

in the middle of the night

not sure if I can make it home

falling asleep before I get there

waking up in the morning, thinking

the sun was shinning just for me

then going to bed in the afternoon

too drunk to see

~

I have stood on mountain tops

with my arms raised to the sky

after climbing up one side

on scraped and bruised knees

just to watch myself fall

down the other side

~

I have dove in headfirst

without thinking

just so I could

sink to the bottom

let out the breath in my lungs

and start swimming again

~

I have assembled a series of mistakes

wrapped in accomplishments

gifts, I've placed under a

Christmas tree

in the corner of my heart

with lights

blinking off and on

with every beat

~

My past

is a movie

played on a silver screen

where nobody saw the ending

coming....

~

My future

is a blank space

filled with the hopes and dreams

of a place where

nothing's happened

~

My journey

is a curve

heading around a bend

waiting for a straight away

with a Mack truck coming

the wrong way...

~

My biography

is an equation

in a room

of mathematicians working

on white boards to solve it

when no one's told them

the solution is undefined

~

My epic

is a tale of adventure

written in a book, read by a librarian

to class of children, sitting on a rug

about a man who keeps choosing

his own path

no matter how far it leads him astray

~

My footsteps

are an odyssey

of a lost traveler

who has stumbled into a hole, fallen down

cried out for help, gotten back up, crawled

out of the hole, and thrown themselves

back down again

~

My spirit

is an old race car driver

racing long after his prime

refusing to believe his best days are gone

telling himself in every turn

he can still win

~

My wisdom

is an old hippie saying

"Moderation in everything, man"

and a terminally ill patient who

truly understands what it means

to never give up....

~

My adversity

is a cloud chasing a dream

across a blue sky on the edge of a storm

threatening to overtake a tranquil sun

shinning on the eve of an angry moon

when a hurricane is coming in the night

then standing in the aftermath

underneath an early morning light

thankful to be alive

~

My moral

is a line

from a Robert Frost poem

about a road not taken, and a

quote from a Maya Angelou

book about a caged bird

that still sings.

~

My conclusion

is the memories I leave behind

the lessons I teach my children

the love I will be remembered

for.