Time to know

How much time do any of us have, really?

One thing this crisis has taught us is

Life changes in a flash, death happens when it wants,

And no one knows for sure how any moment may proceed.

Will I finish my memoirs before I die?

Will I paint my masterpiece before I die?

Will I find my True Love before I die?

Will I help one more being to survive?

I don’t really have a bucket list anymore.

I’ve loved and lost. I’ve travelled far enough.

I’ve read lots of books with many more

Waiting their turn of the page

Dreams come and go, morphing as they do

Lives are bonded, and disconnected

Many have left this earthly plane

Many friends and family passed on

So really, what now?

Carry on, get up, feed the cats,

Feed the partner, feed myself,

Feel fortunate that I have made it this far

My brother died years ago

My husband died years ago

My mother and father died years ago

My best friend died years ago

We make new friends, we can’t make new family

But maybe we have a family of friends!

Yes, that is what works for me now,

Having reached this more advanced stage

I still can’t believe it

Where did the time go?

I’ve kept a journal for years

But still, the time goes!

We feel our days pass slowly

We feel our years pass quickly

We watch our children growup

We watch our skin lose its glow

The end is nigh, only so many years left

Or moments, or days. I live them gratefully

Sands of time slipping consistently,

Impartially, through the sieve