With every breath i take
becoming one less to make
my days at eighty
would be, ( not that I'm counting ) ,
twenty nine thousand two hundred
and from the cry of birth, " minutes start passing "

As life on Earth spins and orbits
around a dying Sun
with that tag-a-long moon
dragging the ocean, ( once again )
another foot, up some beach
my wrist watch beeps!, " another hour passing "

While ancient mountains
fell tall trees, ( silently? )
around saplings bathing in new light
& those birds, smashed eggs
feed the Earth new life
my alarm clock screams! " another day passing "

Like the twenty trillion others
before me, breathing in the air
of loved ones ashes
mixed, ( like a cocktail )
with the cigar smoke of new arrivals
my birthday sings! " another year passing "

My life orbits, ( like a vulture )
that dying Sun
as the Earth re-invents its self
with each passing, providing a beginning
and while graves wait to fatten worms
my death toll rings! " another life passing "


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