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Wasted Day
On that final day of my life, will I have regrets;
For those many days like today where I goof off?
Nothing evil, just idle hands, increasing my debts;
Another wasted day of my life, I can hear you scoff.
As the sun sets in the west, where has the day gone;
Slipping through my hands, not even trying to stop.
I roll over in the hammock, look into the sky and yawn;
I have malingered the day away, into laziness I did flop.
Down time is needful for me in my hectic scheduled life;
I reason that I deserve to let the seconds just float away.
Alone at home today without a plan, at work was my wife;
Another wasted day of my life, but I don't do this everyday.
Yet, I sit here as dusk set in wondering if this was benign.
I begin to wonder what God had planned for me to fulfill.
I didn't even consider what opportunities by the Divine;
A sadness falls on my relaxed state, I missed His will.
Will I see a soul that was harmed by my selfish day of rest;
Or will I simply regret precious time lost with my friends.
I am not one to dwell on the negative or become depressed;
Another wasted day of my life, I will try to make amends.
16Jun09
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