We Never Know
We never know when life will end
And so each day we just pretend
That we have all the time to spend
On all that we envision.
The trips someone would recommend,
The get-togethers with a friend,
The shows and games we should attend -
We plan them with precision.
Yet circumstances often bend
And goals or travels we’d intend
To take, we somehow comprehend
Will bow to indecision.
Our years on earth, though, won’t extend.
There is no magic dividend
And, like this poem that I have penned,
There’ll be no great revision.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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