Life On A B-I7

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Poetry Challenge Day 329 (Mon Aug 29)

I measure the passage of time subconsciously.
I have no real appreciation for what constitutes
an hour, a day, a year…

When I die (or rather just before)
I might be able to put my life into perspective,
but I can’t guarantee that.

I guess I’m just hoping for that.
In the mean time,
I would just like to live well.

Love, be loved, and perhaps, occasionally,
make someone else’s life
just a bit better.