What do I know?
Little old me
I’m the tinniest of drops
In an ever growing sea.

Where will I go?
In life what will I be?
And where does the time go?
For it seems it’s ever escaping me.

I long to be a success
Though I’m a little unsure of what that is
To laugh and love always seems best
Though laughter doesn’t provide for kids.

What should one do
With this glorious gift of life
For I believe we only get one
And it can be taken any day or night.

So how should one treat
Something so precious
Too rarely given time
So often neglected.

But what do I know?
Don’t ask me
I’m the tinniest of drops
And I haven’t even got a degree.

© Daniel Breslin