Sleep would not come early in the night
Leaving me restless with thoughts of regret
Of days lost because I procastinate
Doing things when it's already too late.
It's midnight and yet sleep won't come,
So vent my regrets for the things left undone
My thoughts travel far into the night,
Yearning for those days of youth and might.
Life seems to move on in such a fast pace
As if living on earth is truly a race.
I've done so much as a wife and mother,
Pursued a career that was focused on others.
I've done what I can in community service,
Yet I feel there's still much to accomplish.
Is it love for others that we really serve?
Or is it love for yourself as others observe?
Is it to follow a Christian principle,
To do to others as you would like others
Do to you as you journey through life?
For blessings and bliss it must be all these.