Passing of the day,
the sun goes down,
another grain goes under,
how much time do I have left?
The seconds, minutes, hours,
daily, weekly, monthly, yearly,
all of it seems to go by,
all of life seems to go by,
yesterday a child,
today a child but grown,
tomorrow, nothing,
how much time before I go back home?
Before it’s all gone,
before it’s all for nothing,
before I set,
I wish to live,
simple, loving, alive living,
to spend the time my way,
am I that privileged?
I hope I haven’t used my luck thus far,
I hope I still have some in my back pocket,
so I can fail some more,
so I can laugh some more,
so I can feel some more,
before it’s all no more.
Eventually, my time will be up,
luck will be up,
life will be up,
remember, remember.
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