Looking out the window,
as raindrops gently fall,
I cannot help but wonder at
the meaning of it all.
What could be the reason
for all that I endure?
Could it be just a test
to see if my heart is pure?
Throughout all the times I’ve seen,
both the good and bad,
have I only complained aloud
or been grateful for all I had?
Have I just passed through life
doing only enough to just get by?
Or have I given my all
in all that I have tried?
Although the answer may elude me,
Of this one thing I have no doubt,
I’m sure there is a reason
For all that comes about.
Perhaps the answer’s simple.
Plain as the nose upon my face.
Maybe it’s not whether I win or lose,
But how I’ve run the race.
