The Sunset and I

Sitting here at the window, looking out towards the horizon and seeing the sunset, I realise how time have flown and how fragile and fleeting life is. I am moving towards the sunset of life, everyday of my life. Looking back I have always lived for others, and in the end I am still here alone, no longer needed by those around me. I like where I am, I wished I had been here sooner. However the curtain call draws near, and I know there will be no encore; no bouquet of flowers for an act well done.  I know that lamentations will not undo the mistakes I have done in my life, nor any amount of prayers on me knee can allow me to turn back pages, and rewrite the history of my life.  There are regrets, and many wishes to do something differently, but there is no going back. The fear disappointment and hurts weigh heavy on my mind. Was it all worth it, the effort and time to overcome the tribulations then; I wonder.
I love and love still, but I fear for my own shortcomings. I wish to laugh, to live and to love.  I love still, hoping that it will be different.
I ride the tail of destiny.
I sit here still, the sunset is gone...its twilight.