Looking back on life and the choices I’ve made,
There were so many roles that I’ve played…
What seemed so important at the time,
Was nothing more than part of the rhyme…
There are no points for playing by the rules,
There are too many willing to make you the fool…
When there’s nothing to do and you have no control,
Let’s see who plays and whose hand will fold…
What I am leaving behind are mere memories,
Of people that I've loved and who are loving me…
There are no answers on the written page,
Only wisdom and patience as we age…
Some will fight to live another day,
And some will choose death when they pray…
There is no bell to ring at the end of your life,
Just the measure of grace in your pain and strife…
Will there be someone in the mirror when you drive away?
Or a lonesome road that fades to grey…
When you are looking back on all of the faces,
Know that each living day you are Leaving Traces…
River Michaels
March 27, 2011

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