by John Borel
We spend most of these few years we have
Collecting things, screening them, selecting
Our friends, skills, and tools,
Houses, cars, furniture , books and magazines
Our ideas, songs, values and favorite phrases.
And then one day, Whamo! Out of the blue
All of these material and spiritual collections
Suddenly become irrelevant.
As friends and family come close,
We pull back slowly, or quickly,
Our energy depleted, our earthly longings dispersed.
Ignored or avoided for most of our lives,
It’s a normal cycle that we should expect,
Since all fires burn out in time.
Astounding how our species has evolved
So that we think ourselves immortal
Even in the face of evidence in abundance,
Evidence of our insignificance and mortality.
©2014 John Borel