Everyone
every
thing
Absolutely all
Insect
animal
tree
(what am I leaving out?)
will
pass away
We die
The moment we
arrive
the
time
clock
starts
Do you race
to
the
finish line?
Do you
skip
and
have
nary
a
care?
Or
are
you
a flower
who
wilts
even
in the
soft
rain?
I like the idea of eternal life
Having studied it
thoroughly
deep into the night
I
realize
it all
comes
down
to
absolutely
no common sense
at
all
Listening to
no
(or
very little)
science
Perhaps
being good
perhaps
(not sure)
well
can’t hurt
But
being
hopeful
That’s the
religion
to which I
subscribe
Hope
Hope and an outreached hand
Well
well
(hold a moment)
Can you believe this?
Look
Look
how
many
are
with
me
Thousands
You say far more?
All reaching up
all looking up
all
so
full of hope
Our
faces
must be
very
hard
to
resist
I even see
a
child
with
a
bald head!
