I remember blowing bubbles, winsome bubbles in the air
Enchanted by their beautiful prismatic hues
As they danced upon the breeze like ballerinas in free flow--
The art of blowing large bubbles was a long, steady exhalation
Once I blew a bubble so large it unceremoniously kissed my face
I laughed at the bubble fairies' aqueous embrace...
Now I blow bubbles to improve my lung function and breathlessness
A far cry from the child smiling with the sun in her eyes
Infirmity is an uninvited visitor here to stay until death's sweet release
So this too shall pass, when my ashes blow upon the winds of peace...
Well, this is turning out to be a rather morbid affair
To be honest, the days feel like scaling Everest without a rope
Thus, I've taken up mountaineering, accompanied by lost hope...
Tomorrow will be better is a fallacy, for the 'morrow doesn't exist
Thus, I've fallen in love with clouds, and today the sky is grey
Now is the only moment available to blow pretty bubbles
Grateful for every mindful breath, with the sun in my heart
Peace be upon you, love's timeless truth doth impart...