Reflect upon your life but “as it is;”
Othello knew too well; those words are his.
The joyous times in which you reminisce
Are holy as is God’s own final kiss.
Life is journeys made and lessons
learned,
And oceans crossed, storms weathered,
fires burned.
Think of what has made you who you are;
It’s not surprising you have come this
far.
But what does all this ‘who you are’ entail?
And what defines when you succeed or fail?
These arbitrary words will never end;
Each path meanders to another aimless bend.
But your existence now can have a voice,
All through this one last arbitrary choice.