What human experience could provide
Some wholesome satisfaction
In a thousand short years,
Let alone a hundred?

How fitting that we
Toss pennies, nickels, dimes
Into cobblestone wells, still
Hoping for a splash but expecting a clink,
Wishing for salvation from greed
And for some sort of purpose.

Even if I could
Stand in awe before each mountain
And sea, toiling with my tiny insignificance,
I would tremble still, begging for more time on this earth
To leave some tiny remnants of my years spent here,
Scared to death that in a century
I will be forgotten,
And the fruits of my labor
Will die with me, rotten.

It's amazing how we humans
Don't want to die.
But do we dare to live?

If I could only love every moment, bitter or sweet,
Savoring every last drop of coffee until it's