Being born was never asked, here we are. Choice of color, not an option yet we’re here. Language we speak taught so early, language changes as does attitude. Love we learn as hate substitutes hurt, retaliation in anger foreshadowed through tears. Friendship established by collaboration, problems become questions as are solved with experience. Time slows when its carefully observed, suddenly slips the moment its no longer in view, yet it passes without coming to a halt. Health we’re entitled, with no guarantee nor promise of a successful one….. ailments that bring forth illnesses and diseases or conditions that alters our plans…. still, here we are. Aging yearly as our bodies coauthor our journey, life narrating our script. Eyes close as we slumber, lids ajar to recapitulate in a process entitled “Life.”
Let’s make this life a memorable one.
– C.A. Thomas