About Her

16: The Heart of Loneliness

Is there a measure of how well you have lived your life?

These questions and thoughts in my mind ran rife.

Is it the number of degrees and awards and events?

If you've lived through the years not with millions but cents?

Is it the number of cars and houses and gold,

Or the networks you've built and stories you've told?

Will they ask the number of causes you've supported,

Or the people you've helped or the countries you've traveled?

Is it the jobs you've entered and accomplishments you've made?

Or those tough situations and yet you have stayed?

Is there a measure of how well you have lived your life?

These questions and thoughts in my mind ran rife.

This world and I have drifted apart,

And doubt and loneliness marry my heart.

Though I'm aware of this madness dancing in my soul,

These thoughts when in silence, I cannot control.

"Help me" I cry, but this help I push away.

In my mind, I know, all will end anyway.

How will I know if I lived a good one

When I wake in darkness and all will be gone?

Is there a measure of how well you have lived your life?

These questions and thoughts in my mind ran rife.