A Lifetime

When I was a young man, I went to look at an old house for an investment – a kind of “fix-er-upper.” As I was walking through inspecting, I found the plastered walls were crumbling with age. One could see the floors had seen many footsteps from the past. “What a dump,” I thought. Then I heard a noise.

“What you doin’ young fella,” he spoke as I peeped around the corner. “I was going to ask you the same thing. Actually, I was going to buy this place, clean it up and sell it. You know, make a few extra bucks, but it’s too big a dump for me to handle.”

“I tell you boy, this ol’ house is where I was raised. Every nook and cranny has a special feeling. Oh, I forgot her on my life’s journey, but now the shadows are reaching and I thought I might pay her one last visit.” We shook hands and parted ways.

His story really touched me. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I would turn into that old man. I must have written this poem that day and filed it in the deep canyons of my mind. It goes like this…

Just a ghost chasing shadows

An echo in time

Of past sins committed

Like clouds in the mind

Fate sometimes is a dagger

Or a crooked road to ride

Like shifting sand beneath your feet

A victim of the tide

And time shall last forever

Though fleeting it may be

Like a candle in the wind

No one else will ever see

Never curse the journey

It’s all about the soul

The dollars never mattered

They could never pay your toll.