how childishly we make
mockery of time
how foolishly we fear
its passing
the common cliché
of turning twenty nine
over and over
until we find ourselves
making the same joke
at thirty nine
and forty nine
and...
as if ever new decade
every new day
isn’t a privilege
a blessing
something we are
not guaranteed
not owed
not all given
there is nothing to fear
in accepting our mortality
in learning that death
will greet us warmly
in knowing that it is
the same with
our last breath
as it is with
our first breath
each one a gift
that can only be given
by the passing of time
why should we
fear the unknown
the unknowable
to such a degree
that we allow it
to take away
to distract us
from the gift of this moment
the every present
passing of time
it will all pass and be gone
in less than
the blink of an eye
an eternity come and gone
in the breeze
no matter how long
or short our lives will be
in the end
it will always be
too short
end
too soon
let us enjoy each breath
that time allows us
gives us
as children do
gratefully unaware
of how childishly
we will grow