What have I done with my life?
The lightning lighting up
the hospital room floor.
Why did I have to die?
The clock taking an eternity
to move its fragile hand.
What did I do wrong, doc?
Was it something I said?
“No, it’s just a part of life,
that every one of us dread.”
“It rains on everyone,
the rich and the poor.
Time waits for no one,
always settling life’s score.”
Now through this window, at last moments I gaze,
Give me perspective, this Lord I pray.