Thomasine Dye

Long Days and Short Years

 

A day is too long

But the years are much too short

Time makes nothing of us all

There is no escape or recourse

 

My few years wasted and gone

This brief candle is fading away

Like the rod bowing before the wind

This fate I wordlessly obey

 

Hurt has made me humble

Shown me what I am

So in these last dire moments

I do right however I can

 

Apologies to the few that are left

I make my peace with ghosts

Then I gaze at the sapling trees

Who are more than I’ll ever know

 

Here, at the end of all things

Only now I act as I should

I accept them as part of me

A piece of our personhood