MIDNIGHT REFLECTIONS

I gaze into the future
Knowing not what it might hold
My life's story is taking shape
One day, it will have to be told

Was he good, or was he bad?
Was he great or small?
Did he soar above life's travails?
Or did he just stumble and fall?

I put my pen to paper
My conscience to the test
This book must be edited
It is far from my best

A paragraph here, another there
A period and a phrase
Some lines remain indelible
How I wish I could erase!

So plan yours now, dear friend
It's never too late to try
Because, it's only a matter of time
Before your ink-well will dry

© Dr. C.E.O. Ejieji