My Days
by Nick E. Costantino
The wind blows though the window making an eerie sound,
Sitting here in my easy chair with nobody else around.
Wondering where the time goes as it is slipping away,
Asking myself if I have made the most of this very day.
We are only given so much time in life to do what we're here for,
To make an impact on people, places and maybe even more.
Am I here for something special, to do a certain task?
I have to really wonder, so to you this is what I ask.
Have I in anyway touched your life to leave a lasting mark?
Or does my memory tend to fade as night fades into dark?
If by chance I haven't by now it could be at a later date,
Or maybe I'm not meant to, we sort of leave it to fate.
As for now I'll try to make the most of each and every day,
And try to bring a little joy to people's lives as I go about my way.