"BIRTH, LIFE, DEATH"

BIRTH, LIFE, DEATH

ARE WE JUST DUST IN THE WIND?

I walked outside in the 80-degree sunshine today.

I looked across the way

Of my once neighbor’s place

Where he once lived in that space

The apartment was cleaned out this week,

As he is either in the hospital very sick

Or passed onto another realm of reality.

He was an interesting person to talk with

And have a sit down on his porch,

To laugh a bit and talk about life as old

& The young years of time of reason and rhyme

Of sorts of conversation of how I carried my torch

Of independence for women and such as it may

Happen today.

I sit in my chair looking across the way,

Of a space once occupied by my buddy

Who is no longer there to carry his torch

On his porch,

As he has gone to another realm of consciousness

And the twist of this prose carries on in time

As I watch the trees sway and the clouds form pieces of art across the sky

I watch the shadows of the trees as they shade parts of the apartment

Once filled with my buddy waving hi

And the time

He brought Chachi to my front door,

As my fur baby had slipped out the door

To visit his buddy, Anthony, to say hi.

Now I say bye

To a once upon a time buddy.

I miss his greetings and smile.

But all the while

I realize we all are here for a short time,

No reason or rhyme

It is the universes plan

To expand

To birth

To youth

To live

Adulthood as we all do

To old age

To end life’s stage

We take a bow before the sun, the moon, the stars

Because that is what we are

HUMAN.