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.