DISTANT MOUNTAINS
Distant faraway mountains
People and places of younger days,
Now just misty memories
Scarcely visible through the haze.
Still a mind remembers
Over the course of a lifetime lived,
The seasons before December
That time had set adrift.
And as the final winter retreats
If recollection endured,
The flowers of spring and the summer breeze
Are once again yours.
It is then you begin to wonder
As the sun slowly fades away,
Was your life just a selfish squander
What difference have you made?
Did you reach out your hands to help someone
Harsh words did you speak,
Are you sorry for the things you have done
For what you sow you shall surely reap.
And when your time has come to go
Can you proudly look back without shame,
Or are you weeping alone in the shadows
Of distant mountains of yesterday.