Your Life

No great expectations, no high profile for me,
Just take what is given, what happens will be,
All life there for living, whatever the day,
And thankful am I for what passes my way.

Not looking for glory, nor seeking for gold,
Just grateful for life, and a dawn to behold,
I lay down no template, but kneel to no man,
My own stamp on life will make me who I am.

So bring in the New Year and welcome the day,
When the shackles of last year are broken away,
And as clean and unblemished this New Year begins,
With no pre-set transcript, and no chartered sins.

Your life is your diary, your own epitaph,
From birth to obituary drawn as a graph,
A pathway to progress or a spiral descent,
Of what you all were, and what you all meant.

No judgement I give here, and none do I ask,
Some conquered in triumph, some failed at their task,
But who is the judge here, who values the rest,
And who sets the standard, – and who writes the test?
Mick.
( Copyright Michael Westwood 2016 ).