THORNS AND FLOWERS OF OCTOBER

Time seems to be wasting away

Like the youth of my body and memories of my childhood

It feels like energy that only flows forward

Death seems to be a regular visitor.

If not in the next room, then it’s next door

If not in the social streets, then it’s a call away

If not today, then tomorrow

What do I make of it all?

?

Time can be redeemed, only not the way we think

The body can regenerate, only not the way we think

Moments can be recreated, only not the way we think

Death can be avoided, only not the way we think

So what do we think of this life on earth?

?

Whatever is true

Whatever is honorable

Whatever is just

Whatever is pure

Whatever is lovely

Whatever is commendable

Whatever is excellent and worthy of praise

That is the best way to think and do time, so it seems