Thoughts on Mortality in Tulsa

As the grey threads of age

Run their fingers through my hair

And I look upon the wrinkles

That scar the face of my youth

I do not begrudge time these markers

What I do mourn is the strength

Of life’s spring, the unflinching power, the confidence

Of elastic muscle fiber, the smooth, painless motion of joints

The sense of all the time in the world

To live the many lives I dream

As I feel the nascent spectre of mortality

Stirring within me, I remind myself

There is time enough for only one life

And of that, there is less and less

With the passing day

But time enough to live this one

6/12/21 –Tulsa, OK Airport

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