WHERE WILL I BE GOING

I opened my eyes to the rising sun,

Did not know where it is I was from,

I saw each day, watching my time go by.

Learned to talk and walk as a child,

The sun came up just as the sun went down,

The moon rose high, in the morning it was gone.

The ticking of a clock, seasons I see pass on by,

The color of my hair, face changing all the time.

Where will I be going as I am older with the passing years,

There’s an ending to what we are taught, a beginning to find.

Keith Garrett