Gift

Without the opportunity of reflection,
How can we process,
Learn,
And grow?
Wisdom is often acquired with the gift of time,
Yet so much time we waste,
In haste,
Or stuck in the past.
Is it a coincidence that today is the present,
And in our language a substitute for that word is gift?
Forget not the past,
The seed in which you blossomed.
Look forward to the future,
In which you may enjoy how far you have come,
But remember no man knows how long we each have,
So try to enjoy everyday,
Even if in dismay,
Life is hard,
Complicated,
A challenge,
We know not why we are here,
Why there is so much inequality,
And life is unfair,
But we have been permitted to experience life,
For some they are showered in riches and glory,
Others no luck
Ill health,
Struck with bad luck and no opportunity,
Treated poorly,
We know not how our fates are cast,
How long we will be here,
And lives will last.
What came before?
What happens next?
We can not compare,
Because all is inexplicably unbalanced and unfair.
Some are born with riches,
Fortune,
Networks,
And opportunity,
Others with nothing,
In poverty,
Off the map,
And instantly forgotten.
Many people are left behind,
Sadly knowingly,
They are not blind,
But will any of this matter when we leave this world behind?
Questions!
Curiosity!
Up there,
Or down there,
It’s in us all to strive to survive.
One inevitability is that we shall all follow in the footsteps of those whom have left us behind,
So lets make the best of today,
Before it flurries away into yesterday,
Each unwrap our presents,
Spend time on exerting who we are,
Where we are,
What we are,
As that is all we can ever be sure of.