Looking Back Poem by Frederick Nellist

The motions of life, the pendulum swings
Who knows the meaning, the song it sings
The lyrics are repeating ticks of the clock
The key of life slowly turns in the lock.

Is it time to celebrate, or wrongs repent
Yes I have sinned but to no great extent
My legacy is the many seeds I have sown
Most by the wayside but some have grown.

I have made great fortunes most mislaid
Given to the many friends I've not made
Hind sight is not such a wonderful thing
My conscience pricks I can feel its sting.

Naught for granted, I've swallowed my pride
My family aware and between us decide
There's no yearning for fame or a life reborn
There will be an answer be it praise or scorn.

A face is reflected I remember once young
A zest for living oh those songs I have sung
But my eyes are now those of he who is old
I have really tried son don't break the mould.