I’m getting
around
in a used
body now,
recently
found
it’s when,
not how,
that
matters.
We’re just
passing through,
a few times
like new,
usually in
tatters.
All things
ephemeral,
they come
and they go,
it’s a good
thing, in general,
to think
this, to know
that if we
would be happy,
to prosper,
to thrive,
it’s best to
be joyful
about being
simply alive.
We all want
to live
as long as
we might,
to keep
keeping on,
to fight the
good fight,
and continue
with chances
to come up
to bat,
but we don’t
like what happens
to a body
which does that.
It’s all
over too soon,
in a flash,
in a blink,
and none of
us has
as much time
as we think.
As for me, I
think,
before my
last bow,
I’ll aim to
be present
In the here
and the now,
And what
will I think
as I lay
down to rest?
I hope when
I’m gone,
I’ ll be less
of a pest.
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