During all my hurried chase for wealth,

I sacrificed my youth and spoiled my health.

Two young lovers sharing a kiss…

Just one of the many things I missed.

So many things yet to do, so much I want to say.

The mirror reflects my wrinkled face, and hair turned whitish-grey.

I don’t remember smelling land after a cleansing rain

Or offering soothing words of comfort to those suffering alone in pain.

Did I notice children’s faces looking skyward in delight

As they held on tightly to their multi-colored kites?

Did I collect a seashell from a white beach sand,

And did I get to travel to a distant land?

Did I pluck daisy petals or ever smell a rose

Or even try to ice skate after the lakes all froze?

There’s so many things I could add to my lengthy lists,

Containing all the many things I apparently missed.

My race is run, my fortune won —

A hollow victory it would seem

For I missed out on simple things,

It is time I can’t redeem.

Of my own choice, I rolled the dice

To pursue my wealth

And paid the price.

In the quest, I lost the best when I lost my health.

Recording my sad litany

Reveals a truth which I cannot hide:

For though I have wealth, I’ll die a pauper’s death

With all  my music still inside!

Just a reminder to remember to raise your awareness to your experiences – each and every day.

God’s blessings upon your journey!