The Mission

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I stared out the window,
The tears still in my eyes,
I saw the friends and those I loved,
As we said our last goodbyes.

The ride was long and trying;
Two questions plagued my mind.
Do I want the life that's up ahead
Or the one I left behind?

Two years is such a long, long time,
For going door to door.
In my reflecting, I thought to myself—
There really must be more.

I dragged myself down off the plane
and stood smiling at the beach.
There a man turned to me,
Saying, "Elder, go and teach."

I sit reflecting once again
As this day is my last.
Please, Lord, this isn't fair,
The time goes way too fast!

I stared out the window,
The tears still in my eyes.
I see the elders and sisters and those I love,
As we say our last goodbyes.

The ride was long and trying;
Two questions plagued my mind.
Do I want the life that's up ahead
Or the one I left behind?