H.Williams

It's strange that we mark out our lives
by the decades we live through
by the mile markers we weave through
by the wins and fails we cling to.

On windy days my sails have slumped
then anchored me in storms.
Don't roof the rain, I'll stay
shake fist at sky and scream for more.

These moments that ****
will someday matter more than lists and numbers
generic facts assigned to goals that
mattered more to other people.

I'll pay, take, make more money and less,
same words apply to people.
But moments made, kept, felt in chest
mean so much more than all the labels.