Musings From The Edge: A Journey Of Life

There are many ways to look at life I guess when the aging process becomes a reality. In coming to understand my own mortality while dealing with my mother’s Alzheimer’s I began to develop a different sort of perspective on life, beginning to end, than I had before. Join me on my journey if you would like.

Oceans and seas begin as rivers, rivers as streams
Streams begin as runoff, runoffs mere drops of water
Vast forests begin as a few trees, a few trees as just one
A tree begins as a seedling, a seedling as a simple seed

All things begin simply, and grow much greater
Only to end their life quietly, as if they were never there
The drop recedes into the sea, it is lost among its mass
The seed becomes a great tree, then is someone’s floor

Humans can to be different, only if they choose
Birth and passing no doubt, may easily go unnoticed
Life begins as a small path, but can lead to great wonders
It may be small to some, or great to others close by

Is it to remain simply dirt, or improved along the way
Will it remain a path, or grow, expanding til its final days
Will it lay down a base, others to build upon
Or will it simply disappear, and suddenly be gone

Humans are the conscience, with the will to make a choice
To leave the world a better place, than t’was when they sprung forth
Self absorb and self consumption, leads them to their demise
A lonely dirt road, ending in a path to a mere muddy swamp

Life is like a road, with a beginning, a middle, and an end
Where it starts means little, and it is sure to end
One will only be thought of, after passing to the unknown
For the improvements to the highway, that has be traveled on

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7 Responses to Musings From The Edge: A Journey Of Life

  1. Michael John Scott

    April 18, 2011 at 10:29 pm

    That is beautiful and melancholy at the same time Bill. Thanks for sharing.

  2. lazersedge

    April 19, 2011 at 1:40 am

    Thanks Mike. Not very smooth, but then again, life never is.

  3. Robert E. Lee

    April 19, 2011 at 9:01 am

    I’m sorry to hear about your mother Lazer. While I have been fortunate in that no one in my family has been afflicted with this terrible disease I do have friends with afflicted family. May you find peace.

    • lazersedge

      April 19, 2011 at 12:16 pm

      Many thanks Mr Lee. It is truly a process.

  4. Four Dinners

    April 19, 2011 at 8:14 pm

    My mother is still alive….as she knows my name I assume she’s not ready to be called ‘Al’ just yet…

    …old bat will outlive me to spite me…

    …Not all mothers are worthy mate…

    Appreciate your’s….she clearly is worthy and God (or the Deity of your choice) bless her.

    • lazersedge

      April 20, 2011 at 3:32 am

      Thank you 4D. Very much appreciated.

  5. The Lawyer

    April 20, 2011 at 11:42 am

    Like it Lazer. This’ll makes its way to the art & lit. page.