A poem I wrote on December 31, 2017, while contemplating the end of the year and the eventual end of us all. All rights reserved.

Beautiful life,

Where has the time gone?

Although some days I feel that the lack of wrinkles on my face betray the plentiful weight of my soul,

I am at that age when the world feels fragile

Where does the time go?

Does it take the hands of the dead

And escort them to the next life

Always remembering to turn around

And come back

For more and more of us each day?