Tired

“the tired sunsets and the tired

people -

it takes a lifetime to die and

no time at

all.”

― Charles Bukowski

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we can die in no time at all

we are wandering through a day

just like any other day

and then suddenly we are gone

a bit of news

a diagnosis of cancer

a moment where

we see ourselves in a mirror

and all is changed, in a twinkling of an eye

and we are no more

at least we are not who were once were

changed

shamed

exalted

enlightened

frightened

it happens in a rush

and we are gone

slipping into a new place

better

worse

happier

sadder

but we are no more

and yet we are

something new

until we die again

and again

and if we learn to die

before we die

if we slid into that great death

death by

death

by

death

we no longer die

but are constantly born

it seems it is never too late

to die to what was

and move to what is

and forever will be

perhaps there is time

yet another lifetime

within a lifetime

for this gray old soul

to be who he

was created to be