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