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Oh, how the years pass us by.

Our young, toddling personalities extricated us from our worries and cares.

When we were younger, we cared not for banal, vain things, which distracted us from the significant.

But alas, time grows old, as do we. No more thoughts of pretending or play.

My friend, will we ever see the day young again

When we did not long for the times when we did not wallow in self-pity?

Our pretentious, vain inclinations led us to the negligible.

Oh, to live in the innocent days of insouciant life.

We are a mere grain of sand in the vast time clock of existence;

But this is not to be taken for granted.

The years pass us by like a stranger on the road,

And soon, my young friend,

We will be past our time of making the decision.

We will stand before the face of God, gavel in hand.

“Did you, young lamb,

Believe in the God of Abraham?

Shout with glee and jump for joy

Willing to tell every girl and boy?

Did you make the simple decision

Made with careful thought and precision

To follow my name?”

As you stand there

Unable to remove your eyes

From the beautiful being before you,

Move your lips to form the word, “Yes,”

You realize that the correct word is, “No,”

The gavel falls.

The Gates of Heaven,

Open Wide,

Look inviting.

But you have to go

To the other side.

You stand there

With a puzzled look.

We depart our ways

And separate paths.

For me

All seems joyful.

All seems calm.

You know not of the path that lies before you.

©2009