Russell G. Robison


What defines a life lived well
Or one that is a waste
Is it one that takes its time
Or one that’s filled with haste

I thought I’d eased the throttle
And was cruising nice and slow
But I look back and wonder
Where did all those decades go

My time is flying past me
In this race that’s nearly done
Sure hope I didn’t waste this life
I’m told you get just one