That Life Is Fleeting
A walk through the meadow
is now out of the question,
for I need no signs of death
and shadow to remind me
that life is fleeting.
A walk through the meadow
would not elevate my mood,
or bring feelings of elation
though, even in spring, I know
that life is fleeting.
A walk through the meadow
would bring tears to my eyes
as I would miss the thrashers,
colors of the asters, and know
that life is fleeting.
A walk through the meadow
must be reserved for uplifting
thoughts, meditating on life,
warmth, and no stark reminders
that life is fleeting.
Written October 6, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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