As I lay on my dying bed, I once again reflect on my life…my memories, my experiences! Did I live a good happy life? Was everything to my expectation ? Do I need people to judge me and deliver a verdict ? Sorry! I do my own analysis whether I was good or bad..I made my choices and I lived with them..so I am my own judge and jury. I did what I had to do! I can imagine my parents meeting for the first time…I guess there were sparks,,maybe love at first sight! Who knows? Were there many relatives around when I was born ? It would have been very hard for my mother to be alone. Was her life a happy one ? I would like to think so. So I came into this world alone, and alone I will leave ! Was my childhood full of laughter, or was it full of pain ? Was there much sunshine, or was it only rain ? Well , from what I remember, I needed an umbrella or a raincoat, but there was none. I was drenched from head to toe! How was it falling in love for the first time…is that possible…or was it just physical attraction? I know Love doesn’t just happen…it has to be nurtured before it can blossom! What was it like being a father, or even a grandfather? I did what I could, and then retreated into my shell like a turtle! Now the years have caught up because I can no longer run! Should I succumb to this captivity, or should I, once again, rise?
LIVE AND LEARN !