In Meditation

I like to sit in silent contemplation
And watch the sun as it fades in the west.
I use this time of quiet meditation
And find that it’s the time I like the best.

I think of things that could have happened to me
Or think of things the way they used to be
Or things I have not as yet found time for
In the time still left on earth to me.

What might have been has long since been forgotten
And is not ever subject to reprise.
What used to be is also gone forever
Except for what lives on in memories.

But things that I have yet to find the time for
Are in my present plans of what to do
And need more thought than all the past events do
Then I’ll pursue them until my life is through.