He rests and he thinks
What will I be when I grow
Will I someday
Be rich and famous
What can I be like?
A man of words or one of action
Known or unknown
How might I know?
Time is old but never slows
In favor of a man
He sits and he thinks
About all that has been
Now an old man am I
And what did I do
What did I say?
Had I no end to aspire to
Where did they go?
Years gone by
How could I know?
How time would go
But now I can do
As I like
Seeking what I will
All that I might have wanted
But not for me
Everything comes to those who wait
Years do pass
As does life
Nearing an end
I thought life would come to me
But I make my way as able
Though I am still living
What has happened with life?
What is ahead?
In this short yet long existence
Certain future...more
Inevitable future...an end
And between
Nothing
Death is an end
Some, not many
Advance toward it
Seek it, want it
But not me
I will wait
It will come
But I will not go
Willing
Not me
Everything comes
To those who wait
Eventually
But no longer can I wait
Search I must
And hope to find
Life in the dust
I have always lived
But have never experienced
Life
I do not know
Nor shall I
Until death
End
Then beginning
