Circle of Life

A baby was named this past Saturday At a service that I attended. On Sunday there was a memorial To remember a life that has ended. One weekend’s events, back to back, in fact, Help remind us we must understand That however we try, in the blink of an eye, Life’s trajectory follows as planned. We’re born and we’re diapered, we’re nurtured and fed; We grow up and suffer or thrive. We live for the years that our bodies can take And one day we’re no longer alive. Our family and friends get together to mourn And remember the person they knew; But most likely there will not be anyone there Who can conjure that newborn’s debut. That’s the way it should be; it’s the circle of life. The years vanish quick, like a snap; But the memories and the impressions they’ve made Form a reservoir waiting to tap.