Staff Writers
The view of life, in the rear vision mirror,
Reveals much about us.
After the dust settles, and there is less fuss!
Time, to meditate on what has been,
Experiences, and places we have seen.
We tend to move too fast,
Through this game of life.
A game of problems and strife.
The life we travel, has no reverse gear,
We can only move forward, year to year.
And, as the years roll on
The roads travelled, produce a different song,
If, we were given a different road map,
Would we go another way?
Who knows, it’s hard to say!
Which ever way we were to go,
There would be rough and smooth patches on the way,
This we would have to say!
The rear vision mirror is not as clear as it used to be,
Nevertheless, we travel on you and me.
— Dennis Freeman 2022©
