Born today gone tomorrow
Life unfolds fast never slow
Thin slice of eternity
Half note in a symphony
Ghostly mist life appears
Mere speck in the universe
For a short period of time
Soon gone no reason no rhyme
For life’s flimsy; gossamer
Transient not forever
Mist, a brisk wind will disperse
Indeed! it’s our mortal curse
A candle with a short wick
Lighted fast-burning matchstick
Hundred mile an hour fastball
Newton’s apple on freefall
Yet our life has consequence
In the end it does make sense
This life’s a dress rehearsal
If we’re good, make it we shall
In the thin sliver of time
We spend in this earthly clime
Our papers we’re preparing
Visas to everlasting.
04-16-2024
© Vic Evora