Slowly flowing between my fingers

without desperation letting it pass

for there is no price to pay at last

and the bitter taste only lingers

for a moment and then goes fast.


It is only a season without time

a ticktack of days like a dream

glued one by one into a scheme

of a borrowed life I call mine

as I flow to the end of the stream.


But the glue that holds me here

becomes light to guide my soul

while the flesh brittle and old

will turn to dust and disappear

the who I am will stand and hold.


H.O. 4/6/15


3 thoughts on “Life

  1. Tokoni O. Uti says:

    Thought-provoking and well written 🙂

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