No one prepared me for the Fragile Drip of Time, or perhaps my ears were closed, my heart was shut, my mind was busy, my legs were moving, the days were pounding, and I was living on a treadmill of the grind.
Today is here and now, as I look back through the veil; I see days and days with numbers, where I missed the final bell.
I didn’t take that moment when I should have called a friend. I didn’t hug a loved one as I passed the great descend. I didn’t do my best as I forged ahead with life. I let time remove the allies as I lived the final beat.
Now I sit in wonder of the plans that I have left; does any of it matter on this planet east or west? Will words that tumble out soon pass to graves forgotten? Sheets of paper tossed to the wind; as seeds now rotten.
I leave content in knowing that I shared my gift with you; no matter of the clock telling time that it is through. No longer do I question; was it better here or there? The bridge I cross to Destiny may lead me anywhere.
So dash away the distance as I dance on muddy shores. Wind upon my cape tells me, yes, to one day more. Live I will the best to my ability. This is my bequest to this reality.