A Voice

Waking up one morning, looking at the stables.
Thanking God for waking up, to be able.
Go outside, the grass is wet.
A voice tells me, It isn’t time yet.
Walking searching for the voice.
Which road to take will be my next choice.
I go left and I see what has happened.
As I start to walk the path.
Every step I take the earth start to crack.
Fear overwhelms me, I cannot move.
The cloud of dust cover me, Am I doomed?
Within the cloud the past swirls around me
With these thoughts , I see myself crying.
Praying for forgiveness for myself and others.
I wish time would reunite me with my mother.
Things have happen and there is still more to come.
Bad thoughts come and go. Good times I want some.
To be able reminiscence, and keep holding on.
Let anger consume and happiness will be gone.
Outside in the wet grass I see the fork in the road.
I remember that those people care, no need to moan.
Taking the right road because good decisions go far.
Going through life I take friends over scars.
To me they are irreplaceable, and they are for a reason.
There are with me, any time or season.
God is there to show us the way.
People have mouth but there’s limit what they can say.
No one is above anyone.
To think like that, everyone else will leave and run.
At the end of the road I hear it again.
This is not where it end but to begin.
Taking along the Squirrel which smiles.
And the cat the follows it for miles.
Sky opens up and I see the sun rise
Happy as my life has lasted instead leading to my own demise.
God has given me a second chance.
Sometime in life just need to use common sense.