Life is short
You don’t know it when you’re young
Even in its brevity
Its brevity
Vast psychic distances are traversed
Infancy, adulthood, maturity
Innocence, strife, wisdom
Knowledge of joy and its wellsprings
Of grief and patience
Life is short and I love to live it
For all we know, this isn’t all there is.
For all we know, somewhere, some other reality
Where stars stood for a mythic sensibility
Substantial, not material
For all we know, this isn’t it.
David Fekete 