Present

Take the time,
to make the time.
For in the end,
we are all just fertilizer
anyway.
Take the time
to make the time,
while oxygen still fills
our lungs,
and the moments we share
and the words we can still
speak thrive in fertilizing
each other's souls.
We will all grow old,
in moments passed
in memories compounded fast
and left unshared,
in words left adrift
touted on tongues
that end up feeding worms.
Take the time
to make the time
before we blink
and it has all travelled by.
Our bones will age,
and take our luggage,
our overnight totes
and notes of reminders
to have made plans one day,
they'll take it all
to the grave...
leaving only whispers in our
children's children's ears...
faded pictures of intimate
times when laughter
was a glue that held
everything together.
Take the time
to make the time
while we're all still here
and breathing.