Days In Motion

The passing days will collect fallen leaves and bury them beneath soft mounting soil Though days have sown tightly this blanket's weave and have done so without the need for toil The constant motion of both night and day, passes unheeding any moving minute As days move forward and without delay, cares not for who lives, or who dies in it Though worlds lived in now are gone tomorrow We'll waste our passing on mind's confusion and fill need to create empty sorrow From failure to live days infusion We spend our days on unimportant things and fail at understanding what life brings contest Days 4/28/15