Priecious Moment
BY SCOTT WOLFE
Precious Moments
We peer through the murky window
As burdens bear down on our shoulders
Getting glimpses of people in the other room
Enjoying life
As we just keep getting older
I think to myself
There has got to be a way in
A way to get through this wall
And make me as good as them
So, I will work hard
To find my way
Try to learn from others
And not make their mistake
I watch many different people, scurrying around to find their place
Scrubbing the dirty window pane
With tears rolling down their face
Some walk in anger
And some in jealousy
Thinking life is not fair
That should be me
Many others laugh and joke
As if they are enjoying life
Taking the time
As to not let one precious moment go by
I decide to work even harder
And finally find my way through
Man I am on easy street now
I am in the good room
I meet a few people
That seems to be enjoying life
Taking their time
As if not to let one precious moment go by
As I kept strolling through the room
I started to look around
And noticed people lined up
All with a frown
Sadness seemed to overtake most
As they stood in front of that dirty window pane
I think to myself
These people should be enjoying this wonderful room
Boy, what a shame
I walk around for a brief time
Before I start to wonder
What life is like in the next room
And what riches I could plunder
I have to work even harder
To just get through the crowd
Looking through the muddy pane
I think
If I could get in there
I would surely make my family proud
So I struggle and I strive
Never losing sight
Knowing one day I am going to get in there
And have a great life
I finally found my way in
Life is now
Going to be better
Than it has ever been
I meet a couple of people
Enjoying life
Taking their time
As to not let one precious moment go by
I walked a little farther
In this greatest room yet
And found many people crammed together
Full of regret
Hollering and screaming
Trying to reach the window pane
I am thinking to myself
This is a great life
Why can’t they enjoy it
Boy, what a shame
I turn to my family
As many years have gone by
My hair is gray, my eyes are weary
And I start to cry
We’ve missed so much
Why could I not listen
To the people who were enjoying life
And didn’t let one precious moment go by
Note from the Author
Enjoying life is easier when you try
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