“On Aging”

Nobody ever tells you
when their last sharp moment will be.
Folks like you, folks like me.

Nobody ever tells you
the last time their true soul will leak
through their lips.

We don’t know
when their identity will leave
their body…

like in ports…
the little boats,
the silent submarines,
and giant ships.

Do well with you, folks like you.
Do well with you, folks like me.

I hope those words serve as a reminder. Life is short. Love, communication, and presence can be dialed by you. Consciousness is uncertain. So, act quickly, before it’s too late!

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