The poem I tried to write for forty plus years

Neither do people pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst; the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved.
Matthew 9:17


Why am I here, God? – this is the only question
I tried to ask them once but not to ask myself
The efforts failed, admit, and this is worth to mention
The answer is in head, it lies on farthest shelf

There are no hides, I guess, there are not even worries
That someone cannot make what he’s supposed to do
The Heaven’s pretty clear and more than pretty sure is
That everyone on Earth is able to break through

Deliver the result and you will be rewarded
Just need to understand and do it in right time
Thanksgiving words from skies but properly recorded
In minutes, hours, days - in front of human eyes

You will receive the keys – the keys from locks inside you
You will be trained to use these keys to master mind
You’ll understand that time that Heaven really loves you
And will forgive yourself for what you left behind

You need to feel the wind to recognize right timing
You need to watch yourself – to ready in right time
The might is in in the air, you’re stronger than the army
You live your life not prose; you live your life with rhyme

And on the farthest shore, when you’ll be close to dying
The memories again’ll get back you to that fight
Just take the pen in hand, be careful with describing
Pour out the new wine on sheet with all your might

Blank sheet’ll absorb it all and wind then will be ready
To distribute your words to those who want to hear
You want to do some more? But you have done already -
The whisper of the wind will tell that to your ear

This is the end of game, you’re old and you did tell them
There’s only one more point - about your happiness
Were you a happy man while living life the only?
Don’t hide the truth inside, just tell to skies – “I guess”