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What will we do
With our one life?
Will we wallow in the losses,
The great changes, that befall us
And render us incapable of thought
Or logical movement,
Will we let these moments define us,
Break us,
Bring us to our knees
In the darkness
Of the cell of our own creation?
Or will we realize that most dark things
Are as simple to unscrew from our bodies
As a light bulb from its fixture,
And the residue that’s left,
Well, it’s like the dust of old bones
Piled up and ignored for way too long
Now carried one by one
To its final resting place
Outside the bodies of lovers,
Dissolved in the light of a thousand ancient stars,
Speaking love songs and lullabies,
Bidding old bones “Farewell”
©SpiritLed 2018
I like this a lot! My bones are “old” at my 71 years of age! But I believe in cell renewal and I still have a long way to go til my final resting place!
For sure! Age is just the number we think we are! <3
Yes, the blessed true wisdom shared from generation to generation are what makes us not only who we are BUT mainly who we become.
It’s who we become, and yet also gives us insight into what else we can be. We are not destined to carry on the past into the future, unless we choose that path.