And we forget.
The first ten years are
little snippets.
Then we grow
To teenagers.
We’re mad and
We date and
There are too many
Hormones to keep straight.
Finally, we graduate.
We work and we study
And we try to meet
And mingle and party.
We reach for elite or
We play games alone
In our rooms. Goals, or,
Some with no goals.
Our early twenties are gone.
Maybe we meet the one
(or the fifth) And fall in love.
Some have marriage, kids and
Houses and jobs. We
Make sense of the world
And grow up because
We have to. We’re adults.
All of a sudden—our thirties.
It passes, I’m sure, the rest
Of those years. And we watch
Family change and grow and
Move. And we think
‘what have I left behind?’
Legacy becomes a pressure
In our mind.
And then, we die.
We’re gone like the rest.
Millions. Billions. To ash
And to dust.
What do we leave? Did we
Make the right choices?
What if the earth too
Becomes dust and ashes?
How did you stop it?
All the fragments?
You can pray as you like,
But the dead don’t get second chances.