One more minute...

I ponder my life's journey.
We are all just passing by.
Making the best of the trip.
Days, years quickly slip by .
When I was young, the whole world was at my feet
A life ahead of me, so far left to go
So much time to waste
I couldn't wait for each day to pass and hurry to the next.
When would I ever get to be 18.
My parents, they were so mean.

18 came and went, so did 21, my life has just begun.
Life full steam ahead.
What is it that I dread?
Searching for things that make Life complete.
This was not an easy feat.
In a blink of an eye, quickly years passed by.

29 is not so old, I have 4 children, that I scold. Many more stories to be told. Life is not passing me by.
So many years to go, so much I don't know.
I want a big house, car and career. What is it that I fear?
My hopes and dreams they seem so far.
I want to be rich and have plenty of money.
I want my husband to love me always, and call me honey.

Here I am at 46, I thought, as the clouds rolled by.
Am I not supposed to be wiser? The wind whispers something in my ear? I'm too busy to take time to hear.

Here I am at almost 54, it's impossible to ignore.
What is my value at this stage.
somedays I cry, other I'm in a rage.
My children don't need me anymore.
All my joints and bones they feel so sore. My parents, they are gone, way too soon. I wish I could write a message and tell them just how much I loved them and, send it to them in a red ballon. At work I am no longer an asset but a liability. I feel so very lost I have to be who I am not. The person I am I have forgot. The years pass by even faster. I want o slow then down a bit. I just want to be alone and sit.

I am 84, old and weak, too late to change my ways.
Has Life passed me by?
What is it that I still seek?
I opened my eyes and saw a blurry vision, of what I think, was a Man.
He walked over and took my hand, "don't be afraid, I will take you to the Promised Land".

I feel so cold, let me stay, I cannot leave I have so many things to do.
All I want is but one day.
Let me see the things I never noticed before.
Let me say the words I could not bring myself to speak.
Listen to the sounds I tuned out.

One more day, please.
One more day would be worth its weight in gold.

The vision said "84 years, needless to say, you had so many you wasted away".

I know its within Your power, just one hour.
He answered "An hour is like a grain of sand, how many have slipped through your hand"?
A minute, one little minute to say my goodbyes, wipe the tears from my children's eyes.
If not a minute a few seconds will do.

Without a word, He lead me by the hand to His side, toward a warm bright light, from which I could not hide .

Finally I came to realize what I had and how I wasted the time in my Life.